Colonel Nasser was a striking man. Tall and dark he stood with perfect posture in a spotless military tunic. The multitude of shining medals only served to underscore the authority conveyed by his dark unblinking eyes that sat under the shadow of the brim cast by his military cap. His polished leather boots gave him the extra height, so that he was always looking down at whoever he was talking to, his eyes locking with theirs allowing him to assert his will simply with his gaze. His meteoric rise in the army and his ability to rally a popular and effective opposition was very little a surprise to those who had met and spoke to the colonel in person, but those advantages had run themselves out. In his last few days the colonel was holding up in a bunker situated beneath no less than 25 feet of earth. Its windowless cinder block walls, single light, and bolted steel door made it resemble a prison cell. Besides a twin bed, a television, and a wooden chair the drab concrete space was mostly barren. In his mind it was the only place left he could hide.
This story was published by the Crooked Cat Publishing in their 2012 anthology called "Fear: A Modern Anthology of Horror and Terror Vol 1" Here you will find a collection of stories that will creep in your sub-conscious and weave together your nightmare.