Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 677 - Story 677 Blood Pact

677: Story 677: Blood Pact

677: Story 677: Blood Pact

The wind howled through the skeletal remains of Sector 9, carrying the scent of decay and ruin.

General Viktor “Bloodfang” Kruger stood at the threshold of an abandoned military bunker, his crimson beret slightly tilted, casting a shadow over his piercing gaze.

His right arm—no longer just flesh and bone—throbbed with dark energy, its grotesque, mutated form pulsating as if alive.

The infection was no longer something he controlled; it had become an extension of his rage.

Behind him, a squad of undead enforcers knelt in eerie obedience.

Their rotting bodies twitched, their glowing eyes locked onto their commander, awaiting orders.

Kruger’s lips curled into a snarl.

This war was evolving.

And so was he.

Meanwhile…

Deep within the bunker, Eva “Black Widow” Morales crouched behind a rusted supply crate, pressing her back against the cold steel.

Her breath was steady, but her pulse raced.

She could hear the monstrous footfalls approaching—Kruger’s footfalls.

Her last mission had failed.

The explosion should have killed him.

Instead, it had transformed him.

She checked her knife, the only weapon she had left.

Bullets wouldn’t stop him.

Nothing conventional would.

She needed an edge.

Then, she saw it—a bio-weapon canister, partially buried beneath debris.

Her fingers trembled as she activated her comms.

“HQ… I’ve got a potential counteragent.”

A voice crackled in response.

“Negative, Morales.

Extraction’s off the table.

You’re on your own.”

She clenched her jaw.

“Then I’ll do what I do best.”

Survive.

The Confrontation

The bunker doors groaned as they were wrenched open.

Kruger stepped inside, his glowing red eyes scanning the dimly lit chamber.

“No more running, Morales.” His voice was a low, guttural growl.

She emerged from the shadows, her stance unwavering despite the overwhelming odds.

“And no more monologues, Kruger.”

The General smirked.

“Still defiant, even in the face of death.” He flexed his mutated arm, the organic plating shifting like living armor.

Eva tightened her grip on the bio-weapon canister.

“You think you’re unstoppable.”

Kruger lunged.

Eva dove aside, rolling into a defensive position.

The mutated claws of his arm sliced through metal like paper, sparks showering the ground.

She used the distraction—popping the canister, releasing a dense, toxic mist.

Kruger staggered. frёeωebɳovel.com

His body seized up, his infected arm writhing as if in agony.

“Interesting,” he muttered, gritting his teeth.

“You found something that hurts me.”

Eva didn’t waste the opportunity—she charged.

The battle wasn’t over.

But for the first time, Kruger wasn’t the only one evolving.