Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 614: Story : The Crimson Vow

The dimly lit bunker reeked of sweat, gun oil, and blood. General Viktor 'Bloodfang' Kruger stood at the center, his red beret tilted slightly forward, casting a shadow over his piercing gaze. His gloved hands moved methodically, inspecting his combat knife, the blade reflecting the cold, flickering light. Each cut, each kill, was a signature—a promise that death followed wherever he walked.

A rusted steel door groaned open, and Sergeant Darius 'Hellhound' Rook entered, dragging a struggling prisoner behind him. The man's face was bruised, blood dripping from his split lip.

"Found him sneaking around the supply depot," Rook growled, throwing the prisoner to the ground. "He was unarmed. A scout, most likely."

Kruger crouched beside the man, gripping his chin and forcing him to look into his eyes. "Who sent you?" His voice was calm, but the menace behind it was unmistakable.

The prisoner spat, a mix of blood and saliva landing near Kruger's boot. "You're a butcher, Kruger. Kill me now. I won't talk."

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Kruger smirked, shaking his head. "You misunderstand. I don't need you to talk. Your pain will do it for you."

He lifted his knife, slowly dragging the tip along the prisoner's cheek. Not deep enough to kill—just enough to make him feel every second of it. The art of breaking men was something Kruger had mastered long ago.

Suddenly, Eva 'Black Widow' Morales appeared in the doorway, arms crossed. "Enough, Kruger. We have bigger problems."

Kruger sighed, flicking the blade clean before standing. "Speak."

Morales tossed a bloodstained report onto the table. "Recon just confirmed what we feared. The Resistance is regrouping. He wasn't just a scout. He was bait."

Kruger's jaw tightened. "They want me to chase them. To walk into their trap."

Morales nodded. "And what do you plan to do?"

Kruger chuckled darkly, his grip tightening around the knife's hilt. "Simple. We turn the hunters into prey."

He glanced down at the prisoner, who was breathing heavily, his will beginning to fracture. "Tell your people we're coming."

With a sudden flick of his wrist, Kruger sliced through the ropes binding the man's hands. The prisoner's eyes widened in shock.

"Go," Kruger ordered. "Run back to your little rebellion and warn them. But remember this—there's nowhere you can hide. No walls thick enough. No army strong enough."

The prisoner hesitated for a moment before scrambling to his feet and bolting out the door.

Rook smirked. "Think he'll actually deliver the message?"

Kruger sheathed his knife, his expression unreadable. "Doesn't matter. By the time they realize their mistake, it'll be too late."

As the bunker filled with the low hum of war preparations, Kruger stepped into the darkness, his mind already crafting his next move. The hunt had begun.