The cavern flickered with the glow of burning torches, casting shadows against the jagged stone walls. General Viktor 'Bloodfang' Kruger stood in the center, his cold, unyielding gaze locked onto the trembling scientist before him. His red beret was darkened with bloodstains, and his knife glead nacingly in the dim light.
Dr. Sylvia "Plague Mistress" Voss knelt before him, her pristine lab coat now soaked in filth and sweat. She was breathing hard, her mind racing with calculations. The serum was working—too well.
"The latest batch," she began, voice trembling, "is unstable. It's spreading beyond containnt. Your soldiers are mutating."
Kruger's jaw tightened. "Mutating?" His tone was cold, asured.
Voss swallowed. "Faster. Stronger. But… they're becoming less controllable."
A sick smile crept across Kruger's face. "Perfect."
Behind him, the newly resurrected Captain Elias Moore stood silent, his veins pulsing with the corrupted serum. His skin was pale, his eyes black pits, devoid of emotion. The perfect soldier.
Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the cavern.
Kruger turned just in ti to see one of his undead warriors—a hulking brute with grotesquely swollen muscles and bloodied claws—break free from its restraints.
It lunged.
Kruger moved with terrifying precision, ducking under the beast's swipe and driving his combat knife into its exposed throat. The creature shrieked, but its regenerative properties kept it from falling.
Sergeant Darius 'Hellhound' Rook sprang into action, unloading two shotgun blasts into the monster's chest, sending it staggering back.
"Not so controllable now, huh?" Rook growled, pumping another round into the chamber.
Kruger, unfazed, wiped black ichor off his blade. He stepped toward the gasping beast, watching as its wounds struggled to knit back together.
He tilted his head.
Then, with a single brutal motion, he drove his blade through its eye socket and into its brain.
The undead creature twitched violently before collapsing in a heap.
Silence followed.
Kruger turned back to Dr. Voss. "Fix it," he ordered. "Or you'll be the next test subject."
Voss exhaled sharply, nodding. "I need more ti."
Kruger didn't respond. He was already moving, his boots crunching against the cavern floor as he made his way to a makeshift war table, its surface littered with maps, syringes, and bloodstained notes.
"The enemy won't wait for us to perfect this," he muttered. His fingers traced the outline of a fortified city on the map. "If the mutations are unstable, then we use them now."
He looked up at Moore, whose face remained unreadable.
"You'll lead the charge."
Moore's lips curled into a twisted grin, his undead body craving the carnage to co.
The Blood March had begun.
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