Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 664 - Story 664 The Crimson Executioner

664: Story 664: The Crimson Executioner

664: Story 664: The Crimson Executioner

The moon hung low over the ruined city, its pale glow casting long shadows across the crumbling buildings. freёnovelkiss.com

Smoke and fire still rose from the wreckage of the latest battle, the echoes of war fading into an eerie silence.

General Viktor “Bloodfang” Kruger stood at the edge of the carnage, his crimson beret barely shifting in the cold night breeze.

His black-gloved hands gripped his combat knife, still slick with blood.

A lone rebel survivor stumbled through the debris, clutching a bleeding wound in his side.

His breaths came in ragged gasps, his uniform soaked in sweat and dirt.

He turned a corner, thinking he had escaped.

He hadn’t.

Kruger moved like a phantom, stepping into the man’s path with the cold precision of a predator.

The rebel froze, his body trembling as he looked up at the warlord before him.

The executioner of his people.

“N-No…” The rebel barely managed to whisper.

Kruger tilted his head, his expression unreadable.

Then he surged forward.

The knife struck true, plunging deep into the rebel’s gut.

A choked gasp escaped the dying man’s lips as Kruger twisted the blade, his face mere inches away.

“Weakness disgusts me,” he murmured, yanking the knife free.

The body crumpled at his feet.

Behind him, a squad of his undead enforcers emerged from the shadows, their lifeless eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

These were no mindless corpses; they were Kruger’s elite—a reanimated force bound to his command, relentless and unstoppable.

A voice crackled through his earpiece.

“General, the insurgents have regrouped near the cathedral ruins.

Orders?”

Kruger wiped the blood from his blade, his gaze fixed on the distant fires.

The resistance was like a festering wound—one that needed to be carved out completely.

“Deploy the hounds,” he ordered.

From the alleys and sewers, grotesque undead beasts emerged—twisted, flesh-hungry monstrosities crafted by Dr.

Voss.

Their howls pierced the night as they sprinted toward their new prey.

Kruger watched with cold satisfaction.

He relished the hunt, the bloodshed.

This world was his battlefield, and soon, it would be his empire.

The Undead Overlord’s reign had only just begun.