Story 202: The Fortress of Bone

The night sky was a sheet of darkness, punctuated by the distant howls of the undead. Damien Rook's breath came in steady draws, his muscles taut from hours of tension. He had survived the ambush in Black Hollow, but the battle was far from over. The Zombie King had slipped through his grasp, retreating to his lair—a place whispered about in dread tones by the few survivors Damien had encountered. They called it the Fortress of Bone.

Damien sat by a small fire, sharpening his silver knife, its blade gleaming in the flickering light. His thoughts were far from the safety of the fire, focused instead on the challenge ahead. The Fortress of Bone was rumored to be more than just a stronghold; it was a breeding ground for the undead, a cursed place where the dead rose stronger and faster than before. It was here that the Zombie King held dominion, and where Damien planned to end him once and for all.