Betrayed by the one who should have protected him the most—his father, a visionary and obsessed scientist—he was injected with a serum that altered his body and mind into something beyond common human.

During an ultra-secret mission deep in Russian territory, Ghost and his elite team come across something far beyond their understanding: deformed creatures... the undead.

With the original mission compromised and all contact with the U.S. government lost, the team is forced to improvise a risky escape.

But upon returning, they no longer find the most powerful nation in the world—only ruins, chaos, and destruction.

Ghost is the leader of Spectre, the most powerful paramilitary organization on the planet. For years, they operated from the shadows, manipulating wars, controlling governments, and adjusting the world's balance like pieces on a chessboard—Ghost as the master strategist.

But now, with civilization in collapse, there’s no reason to remain hidden.

Ghost is convinced that humanity, left to its instincts, will only destroy itself. People will form gangs, factions, and dictatorships—bringing even more chaos.

To Ghost, the only salvation lies in the imposition of order—and he will do it through overwhelming force, blood, and strategy.

Spectre steps out of the shadows to become the last pillar of humanity. It now takes its mission public: to restore the world—not with hope or democracy, but with order, absolute control, discipline, and ruthless military force.

I descended the steps with my katana already unsheathed, my eyes scanning every detail of the dorm as soon as the door opened.


The stench of rot hit my nose hard—choking. This floor was even more infested.


Endless rows of bunk beds stretched across the room, but now, bodies moved between them.


At least three times more zombies than on the previous floor.


Joel let out a low whistle beside me. "Looks like we hit the hot spot of this shit."


Richard grumbled behind us. "Just hope I don't step in guts this time."


I ignored the comments and signaled with my hand. The group understood immediately.


Without hesitation, I launched three kunai in quick succession.


Three skulls pierced. Three bodies hit the floor without a loud sound.


Before the other infected could react, I was already in motion, my katana slicing through the air.


Each strike was clean, precise—severing heads from bodies.


The group spread out, operating with brutal efficiency.


Ryan grabbed one of the zombies by the shoulder and drove his blade into the creature's forehead, shoving the now-dead body into another infected, knocking it off balance.


Joel took the opening and finished the job with a precise stab to the skull.


Lee lightly tapped the frame of a bunk bed, drawing the attention of a group of zombies.


In that same instant, Mark came from an unexpected angle, driving his blade straight into vital points.


Each attack was silent. Each movement, lethal.


I drove my katana into the head of a zombie lunging at Richard and, without missing a beat, drew another kunai and threw it behind me.


The dull thud of metal piercing a skull confirmed the hit.


The infected didn't even have a chance to rise.


Even with their numbers, the zombies didn't stand a chance.


Within minutes, the floor was littered with lifeless corpses.


I kicked one of the bodies to make sure it wouldn't move and looked around.


Everyone unharmed. No mistakes. No hesitation.


"Too easy," Ryan said, wiping blood off his blade.


"Don't get comfortable," I replied. "It could get worse downstairs."


We crossed the dorm without resistance. The stairwell door awaited us.


But something caught my attention—another door near the stairs.


My instincts screamed at me to check it before moving on.


I turned the knob slowly, keeping my katana steady in my other hand, and peeked through the gap.


Chapter 25 - Second Floor