The rooftop burned around them. The sky above was filled with the screams of the dying—both human and undead. The final battle had begun in the ruins of Blacksite Theta.
Sergeant Darius "Hellhound" Rook stood over General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger, his knife still buried in the tyrant's chest. But Kruger was not dead.
His lips curled into a bloody smirk. "You think this is the end?"
Rook twisted the knife. "Damn right it is."
But Kruger grabbed Rook's wrist, yanked the blade out of his chest, and slammed his fist into Rook's gut. The force sent him flying back, hitting the concrete hard.
Rook gasped for air. Kruger should have been dead.
Instead, the monster stood tall. His wound had already begun closing.
"Voss's serum made me more than human," Kruger growled, flexing his fingers. "Pain is temporary. Death is beneath me."
He stepped forward, boots crunching over debris.
"I will not fall tonight, Rook."
Rook wiped blood from his mouth. "Then I'll make you."
With a roar, he charged. Bullets. Blades. Fists. The fight was raw, primal. Steel met flesh. Blood met fire.
Kruger was stronger. But Rook was faster. Smarter. Meaner.
He landed blow after blow, **cutting Kruger, breaking bones, tearing flesh—**but the general kept coming, kept laughing through the pain.
The facility trembled beneath them.
The self-destruct sequence was nearing its final moments. Missiles fired in the distance. Kruger's entire undead empire was falling apart.
Still, he refused to fall.
Rook grabbed a shattered rebar rod from the ground, dodging a punch, then drove it straight through Kruger's shoulder. The general grunted, but still, he smiled.
"You don't understand," Kruger hissed. "I already won."
Rook narrowed his eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Kruger's bloody grin widened. "The virus... it's already out there. You can kill me, but you can't kill what I've created. My legacy will consume this world."
Rook's heart pounded. Could he be telling the truth?
Kruger lunged again, but Rook caught him—this time, lifting him, using his own strength against him.
With one final, brutal motion, Rook threw Kruger off the rooftop.
The general plummeted into the inferno below.
For the first time that night, there was silence.
Rook collapsed to one knee, gasping for air. The flames below raged, swallowing Kruger whole.
But as Rook stared at the fire, he heard something.
And then—a single, bloodstained hand clawed out from the flames.
Darkness consumed the screen.