The dim bunker lights flickered, casting eerie shadows along the rusted corridors. A trail of blood led deeper into the underground labyrinth—Eva's blood.
General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger wiped the remnants of the bio-weapon toxin from his mouth, his expression unreadable. The chemical had burned, gnawed at his insides, but in the end… it wasn't enough. His body had adjusted, metabolizing the foreign agent.
Now, he was hungry for retribution.
He ran his gloved fingers across his combat knife, its serrated edge gleaming under the bunker's dim glow. The blade had seen countless battles, spilled blood from both the living and the undead alike. And now, it craved Eva Morales.
Kruger moved with measured steps, his boots echoing through the halls. His breath was steady, his heartbeat calm. The hunt was never about rage—it was about control.
And Eva? She was bleeding out.
Elsewhere in the Bunker…
Eva gritted her teeth, pressing her palm against her wounded side. The pain was unbearable, but she forced herself to keep moving. Every corner of this forsaken bunker felt like a trap, every flickering light a reminder of who was coming for her.
She needed a plan. Fast.
Her fingers brushed against her last C4 charge.
A shaky smirk tugged at her lips. If I can't kill him… I can bury him.
She set the charge along a structural beam, rigging it for remote detonation. It wasn't much, but it might slow him down. Maybe even—
A voice, cold and amused, rumbled from the shadows.
"You're getting sloppy, Morales."
Eva's stomach dropped.
She spun, bringing her pistol up—
Kruger's hand shot out like a vice, clamping around her wrist. With a violent twist, he disarmed her, the pistol clattering uselessly to the floor.
Pain exploded in her arm, but she didn't have time to process it. Kruger slammed her against the metal wall, the impact rattling her bones. His knife hovered just inches from her throat.
"You used to be better than this," he murmured, studying her.
Eva glared, spitting blood onto his chest. "And you used to be human."
Kruger's jaw tightened. For a split second, something flickered in his expression. Then, it was gone.
"Humanity died a long time ago," he whispered. "All that's left is war."
His grip tightened, his mutated arm twitching, eager to end her—
The C4 charge detonated.
The bunker trembled as an explosion roared through the corridors. Metal beams collapsed, fire and dust swallowing everything in an instant.
Kruger turned—too late.
Eva dropped low, wrenching free, and plunged her knife into his side.
The blade sank deep. Kruger staggered, but instead of roaring in pain—
"Now that's the Morales I remember," he grinned through the blood.