Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 628: Story : Icebound Dominion

The frozen wasteland stretched endlessly, a graveyard of shattered steel and frost-covered corpses. General Viktor 'Bloodfang' Kruger stood at the heart of it, his breath visible in the bitter air. His crimson beret remained untouched by the storm, and in his gloved hand, he twirled his serrated ice-dagger, the eerie blue glow casting ghostly reflections against the frostbitten ruins.

Behind him, the Death Brigade stood in perfect formation—undead warriors augmented with cryonic enhancements, their lifeless eyes pulsating with an unnatural blue glow. Their breath came not from life, but from the chemical modifications that prevented their bodies from decaying.

"Sir," Sergeant Darius 'Hellhound' Rook called out as he approached. His rifle was slung over his shoulder, his face partially hidden behind a frost-coated mask. "The last of the Crimson Dawn survivors are barricaded inside the old armory. Their defenses won't hold for long."

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Kruger smirked, stepping forward. His boots crunched against frozen remains, the sound eerily loud in the silence of the dead city. "Then let's give them a choice. Surrender… or become part of my army."

Rook chuckled. "And if they refuse?"

Kruger's icy gaze settled on the armory in the distance. "Then they die screaming."

With a silent command, the Death Brigade surged forward, their icy limbs leaving trails of frost in their wake. They were not mere zombies anymore—they were weapons, their strength magnified by the virus coursing through their veins. Some bore jagged, ice-covered claws, while others carried crude weapons fused with frozen flesh.

Inside the armory, Lieutenant Grace Holloway braced herself against the cold metal walls, her breath ragged. Around her, the last remnants of the Crimson Dawn Resistance prepared for the inevitable.

"They're coming," whispered one of her soldiers, gripping his rifle with trembling hands.

Holloway tightened her grip on her sidearm. "Then we make them bleed."

The first wave hit the barricades like a living avalanche. Undead fists pounded against the reinforced steel, frost spreading from every impact. Bullets tore through them, but they didn't stop.

Then, the real nightmare began.

A massive ice-bound monstrosity—a towering fusion of zombie and frost, with crystalline spikes protruding from its limbs—emerged from the blizzard. The Frost Titan.

With a deafening roar, it raised its arm and smashed through the barricades, sending shards of steel and ice flying.

Holloway's eyes widened. "Fall back! Now!"

But it was too late.

Kruger stepped through the wreckage, his dagger pulsating with chilling energy. He met Holloway's defiant gaze and smiled.

"You should've run."

With a flick of his wrist, he slashed forward—a wave of ice surged toward her, freezing everything in its path.