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This Nazi Zombie Story has been inspired by mrmacgee's original zombie story - Forums/file=viewtopic/t=5471.html

Important Notice!!! My Second Story is completed and will be kept in green font! It is in post directly below this story! Don't forget to check out my third story a few posts below this one!

The Nazi Zombies Records: Book 1
Introduction

This is a recording of the brave and honorable soldiers sent into the unknown to battle a mysterious enemy. Very little is known about this enemy or what the reason was for this mission. The only information about this is from the lone survivor of the mission, Sergeant Austin Price. What this man has faced has been terrifying, horrific, and unexplainable. What will be presented to you is what Sgt. Price has been able to recall about the terrifying experience that he continually addresses as, The Zombie Plague.

Chapter 1: Meet the Crew

Together there were four of us. Four brave, valiant, seasoned soldiers sent on a suicide mission into the unknown. Each one of us had our own story behind us, and different experiences as well. I will describe my comrades the best I can, but we never really talked as much as we should of. Our names were as follows: The leader of our squad, Captain Joshua Clark. The thinker or brains as we liked to call him, Corporal James Brown. I was the helper, Sgt. Austin Price. Lastly was the fighter or brute of the group, Pvt. Caleb Gordon. We each played a special role in this mission, and here are the backgrounds and info from which I have learned about.

Captain Clark was the man we all looked up to as a role model. He was an army hero when he served in Europe against the Nazi armada, but was removed from that environment into a plague of zombies. He expressed wisdom, courage, valor, bravery, and many other noble traits that signify a leader. He had a family back in the Midwest of the U.S. where he was originally from. He often told us how he was scared he would never see them again.

The next soldier I want to tell you about is Cpl. Brown. He was extremely intelligent, and had studied military strategies and tactics for years. He could think through any situation in the blink of an eye. He was the most fearful one out of all of us. He wasnt used to up close and personal combat, so this was a new experience for him. Then again, it was a new experience for all of us.

Oh, and I will never forget Pvt. Gordon. He was such a fierce fighter that he could rip through anything in his path, with a gun, knife, or his bare hands. He was filled with rage against the Nazis, because before the war they captured and brutally slaughtered his wife and child. He told us he took a vow from that day forth to murder any and every Nazi that got in his path from that day forth.

I was the attentive and helpful soldier, Sgt. Price. I tried to keep everyone calm throughout this, but it wasnt exactly easy. It would be impossible to stay calm as flesh-eating, mindless zombies are tearing to get at you. I saved their lives countless times, but in the end it wouldnt matter

Chapter 2: Want the Good News, or the Bad News?

It was July 1944 when we received the news. This was the last thing we expected. We had each had our own experience in the war. We each thought when we received news of a top secret mission that we were being sent off into another area of the war. It was a letter sent out to around 10 people, each specially picked from many different troops.

When I received the message, I didnt know what to think. I wondered why they would pick me for a mission shrouded in secrecy. In this letter, it talked about a secret enemy that had been uprising at an undisclosed location. I was baffled and clueless on what to reply with. I have saved this letter and it is as follows:

To Sgt. Price:

You have been specially selected out of a group of thousands of soldiers. There is a completely top secret mission against an enemy that is dangerously urgent. I would reveal who you would be fighting but that would be a breach in the mission. This letter will be short, but too much information would threaten the mission. If interested, write back a letter of confirmation. If we receive your letter, we will contact you again. Let no one no of this letter, no one
-Mission Commander


As I read this extremely brief and vague letter, I began to ponder who it was from and what it could mean. I was automatically interested, but didnt want to jump right into something that could be my death. I thought about the offer for about two days, and sent a confirmation back to the barely legible return address.

As it turns out, a week later my squad leader said I was being drafted to another division. I was curious if there was any resemblance between this and the letter I had received a week ago

Lieutenant Green, what division am I being drafted into? I asked my squad leader.

I dont know, but by the way this guy put it I think youre being promoted or something. They didnt say very much at all, they just said it was a Special Program, he replied.

I see Thank you Lt. Green for the info.

No problem, but wherever you get drafted to, be careful. You are my finest man in the squad; keep an eye out for the others in your division

Yes Sir! I yelled as if it was an order. We shook hands one last time and bade each other farewell.

It was a long flight to this place. I still new barely anything about this mission, and who would be in there with me. My mind raced and continued to doubt my decision. As I was thinking about turning back, we landed at an isolated and small military base.

A tall, slender man was waiting at the landing zone. When I stepped off the plane, he approached me.

Are you Sgt. Price? The strange man asked me.

Yes Sir, I have replied to a letter about a mysterious operation, I wanted to know if that is what this is about. I replied.

Soldier, this is the place. You are going to be informed of your mission and what the stakes are. If you still choose to accept it, then God be with your brave soul, he said.

Sir I am ready for anything, I replied, but can I get your name?

My name is Commander Johnson, I will be monitoring your finds as you go into the unknown he chillingly replied. This scared me like nothing ever had. I realized that this must not be a normal enemy, and I began to regret choosing this mission.

We walked towards his private quarters. I assumed that would be where I would be briefed on the mission. As we walked in, I saw three other men sitting in chairs in front of Commander Johnsons desk.

Sgt. Price, these three men will be your comrades down into the darkness. Treat them like brothers, and stick together always. He then pointed to a strong looking fellow, with a buzz cut and a fierce look on his face. He is Pvt. Caleb Gordon, the toughest man I have ever met. He has a vengeance on the Nazis for what they did to his family, and I have heard from soldiers who served with him that he will stop at nothing to kill a Nazi. He then pointed to a slender man, with technical gear on him. He is Cpl. Brown. He is one of the smartest and tactical soldiers on the battlefield. If he cant beat em with firepower, hell do it with strategy. Hell be communicating what happens down there to us at HQ. He then approached the last man, one who was well-built and had many medals. He is Cpt. Clark, the leader of this operation. He has received many medals for leadership, honor, etc. He is a natural born leader, and acts like one too.

We greeted each other briefly, and then Commander Johnson was back on topic. You men are the only four who responded to the letter sent out. The other six sent no response, so here is what the mission is. Now a shady fellow walked in from another room and began to tell us about this mission.

Recent Intel and scouting operations have discovered a plague in a secret location in Germany. This disaster has become too big of a threat to be ignored. Nazi scientists have somehow created the living dead. Thats right, zombies. He paused at our horrified reactions and then continued, These zombies have overtaken their creators, but we are still attempting to find the origin of these freaks. The only site of zombie attack is in Nazi Germany, at a rundown building. You four are being sent straight into the heart of this plague, to not only investigate but attempt to stop it at all costs. You four have a slim chance of survival, but you will be honored through time if you do this. Are you still up for this mission? Silence struck all of us as we sat there. We all had the same thought Is it real? The first one of us to speak up was Cpt. Clark.

Sir, I will do whatever it takes to keep this plague contained and from harming anyone else. I stood up next and spoke.

Im with Cpt. Clark. If it means keeping others safe, you have my loyalty. Cpl. Brown shakily stood up.

As scared as I am, Ill do it. Pvt. Gordon stood up and spoke.

If these freak bags are Nazi then Ill rip through each one no matter what!

Men, you are the bravest soldiers I have ever faced. I pray that God will be with you, and do your best to exterminate these freaks Commander Johnson said, Your plane will launch tomorrow at 1800 hours, good luck. With that we were dismissed to out barracks to get one last good nights sleep. But I had a feeling we wouldnt get much sleep that night

Chapter 3: Into the Unknown

The next day none of us were in the mood to talk. We didnt do much at all honestly. We thought we would be put through vigorous training, but Commander Johnson just told us to absorb everything. He didnt want us having a mental breakdown in a zombie infested place. Then again, its hard not to.

The day stretched on, slowly but surely. Finally, at 6:00 p.m., we were taken into the plane where we would be briefed one last time.

Men, the time is now. It is now or never. Down in that nightmare is where you all will fight for the safety of the world as we know it. Very little is known about what is down there, so be careful. Scouts have been able to find weapons scattered around from previous operations, but this time is crucial. You all will be investigating and fighting like never before. Good Luck. We were near the dropping zone by that point. As we were about to jump, I turned to Commander Johnson and said,

Tell my family I love them Commander Johnson nodded, and said eight words I will never forget:

The world is in your squads hands now. With that the four of us jumped out of the plane.

Everything rushed around as us we plummeted to the Earth and deployed our parachutes. When we started getting closer to the ground we could see the building where we would stay sheltered. When we touched down Cpt. Clark immediately regrouped us.

Men fall in! Is everyone alright? He yelled. We all nodded silently, too scared to speak. Alright, lets get into this building and find some weapons, because all Ive got is my Colt pistol and knife. We quietly find an open window and jump in.

The building looked like the freakiest thing Ive ever seen. There were bullet holes everywhere, scratches on the walls, and on this door there was an unfinished message saying Help. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, and very little light was around. There were also pools of blood on the floor.

Talk about creepy; this place is like a nightmare! Cpl. Brown manages to say.

I dont even want to know what we have to fight down here, because whatever it is its deadly, Cpt. Clark stated.

Hey guys! I found some guns! Theres an M1A1 Carbine and a Kar98k over here! I shouted.

I got dibs on the carbine! Ha ha! Pvt. Gordon said jokingly. I handed it to him, and we decided that Cpt. Clark should have the other gun. We investigated the room, and didnt find anything else.

As we waited I heard a noise behind me. I quickly turned around and looked out the barricaded window. There slowly creeping up was the most horrific thing I have ever seen.

Guys get over here! I shouted and they rushed beside me. They gasped in disgust of what was before us.

Standing there was a zombie. A Nazi Zombie to be specific. It had lost all of its hair, and had glowing yellow eyes that stared right through us. Maggots were crawling in and out of his skin, and he was wearing a tattered, blood-stained Nazi uniform. As it crawled over the barrier, it limped itself toward us. It made sounds of moaning and agony, and slowly approached us.

Good Lord! Those scientists were pure evil to create such an abomination! Cpl. Brown shrieked.

Sir, permission to gut this freak-bag? Pvt. Gordon asked.

Be my guest, Caleb Cpt. Clark replied. Pvt. Gordon then showed us how much rage was really within him. Whether zombified or not, he had pure hatred for the Nazis. He pulled out his knife and jabbed it straight into this zombies heart. Blood seeped out, and Pvt. Gordon continued to attack it. He stabbed it over and over, shouting,

Die you freakin animal! You Nazis destroyed my family! The zombie moaned one last time, and fell to the floor. Its eyes dimmed as if it were a light going out. Pvt. Gordon kicked its face, saying, Good Riddance! We didnt know what was stranger: How Pvt. Gordon just took out loads of anger on a zombie, or that we had seen the first zombie ever.

Cpl. Brown got out his radio and called Commander Johnson about this experience. He knew he would want to hear about this.

Commander Johnson, come in! He said into the radio.

*Crackle* Cpl. Brown whats your status? Commander Johnson replied through the speakers.

We just encountered one of the zombies you were talking about, and God are they creepy! It was as if it was created by Satan himself! Cpl. Brown described.

Good Lord! Well stay safe down there; I dont want anything happening to you guys,
He replied.

Roger that Sir! Well stay sa Oh no We were all around Cpl. Brown when we heard the moans and yells behind us. We all quickly turned around, except for Cpl. Brown, and saw about ten zombies slowly walking towards us. Sir, I have a feeling things are about to get pretty nasty Cpl. Brown said as he put down the radio and pulled out his pistol.

What do you mean? What are those sounds in the background? If those zombies get anywhere near you blow them to pieces. Good luck With that the radio clicked off, and we all knew the night was just beginning.

Chapter 4: Man vs. Zombie

The zombies werent moving very fast to get to us, but there were a lot of them. I quickly pulled out my pistol and began firing on them. They werent that hard to take down, but I wasnt going to underestimate them. I began noticing that they were surrounding us rather quickly.

Cpt. Clark! Were being surrounded! I shouted as I reloaded my Colt pistol. The zombies would not give up trying to get us, not until death for them at least.

Back-to-back formation! He shouted. Even though we werent exactly sure what he meant, it was pretty self-explanatory. We all formed a square formation, where we were able to fire all around.

Im out of ammo! Cpl. Brown shouted as he desperately reached for his knife. Before he could pull it out, three zombies began to overwhelm him. Help! He shouted as they closed in.

Die freaks! Im not gonna let you hurt anyone else!!! Pvt. Gordon shouted as he ripped the zombies from Cpl. Brown with his Carbine.

Fall back to the door! Well take cover in there! Sgt. Price, you get it open! Cpt. Clark yelled as he reloaded his Kar98k. I desperately tried to find a knob or handle to open it with, but there was nothing there. I decided to get drastic. I backed up a few feet and kicked through the door.

When I kicked it open I used too much force and fell face first into the room. I slowly stood up, feeling half conscious from my fall. As I stumbled to tell the others, I got attacked from the side. I was violently shoved onto the floor by a zombie already in the room. I screamed for the others to get in there, but it was to no use. I scrambled to get up, but again I was ferociously knocked down.

As I was down on the ground, the zombie attempted to take a bite out of my leg. I kicked it in the face, and then I quickly pulled my knife out and stabbed his left eye out, and he looked up staring at me with one eye. I punched it in the face, and I got back up yet again. This zombie just wouldnt quit, and body slammed me to the ground.

As I was knocked down, I hit a strange box that started glowing and opened. I gazed in amazement as it showed an arsenal of guns cycling through like a slot machine. When it stopped spinning, a Trench Gun was waiting for me right there. I quickly grabbed it and, half-consciously, pulled the trigger.

The zombie was completely torn apart by such a blow. His right arm flew across the room and blood violently poured out. His chest had many wounds, and his head was blown clean off. The zombie fell to the ground as it died. I attempted to yell to the others.

Guys! *Cough* Get in here! *Cough* I shouted. I noticed that I had blood in my mouth. They rushed in to my aid. Dont help me yet! Kill the zombies! *Cough* Cpl. Brown rushed beside me with medical aid.

We fought em back. Theres none leftfor now at least He said as he laid me down to rest. The last thing I remember before losing consciousness was Cpt. Clark yelling in the background to fix the barricades. With that, I was knocked out.

Chapter 5: New Arsenal

Oh my God! My head is killing me! I yelled as I regained consciousness. I looked around me and thought the fight might be going on still so I got up as fast as I could and readied my Trench Gun. How long was I knocked out? I asked them.

Not too long. Ten minutes tops. The zombies have stopped coming for now, so weve been gathering weapons. We found a Thompson for Cpl. Brown, and of course Pvt. Gordon wanted the Double-Barreled Shotgun we found Cpt. Clark informed me.

I saw what you did with that zombie. I like it! Pvt. Gordon said jokingly to me.

Oh and you may found one of the strangest but most helpful things in this nightmare, Cpl. Brown told me.

What could I have found thats important? I was barely able to fight off one zombie I said.

You see that box over there you bumped into to get your Trench Gun? Cpl. Brown asked as he pointed to it. I nodded silently, still dealing with my headache. That box is unique. If you open it, it randomizes guns and gives you a random one. Like a slot machine, except deadlier,

Really? I said as I approached it. I thought I was just having a mental breakdown and visualized something there. I walked up to it and analyzed it. It had two opposite facing question marks, both simultaneously flashing gold and silver. I put my Trench Gun to the side and opened it up. A burst of light caused me to fall backwards and it began cycling through the weapons again. It landed on some kind of German submachine gun. It had engraved MP40 on the back of it. I handed it to Cpt. Clark, who still only had a Kar98k. I opened it again, and it landed on a Browning M1919 heavy machine gun. I picked it up and handed it to Pvt. Gordon.

Now this is a gun that fits my personality! He shouted as he handed me his Carbine. We all opened it a few more times to no luck, so we just kept the guns we had. I did, however, give the Carbine to Cpt. Clark, because I already had plenty of ammo for my Trench Gun.

Here are our guns. Pvt. Gordon had a Browning M1919 and a DBSG, I had a Trench Gun alone, Cpl. Brown had a Thompson and Cpt. Clarks Kar98k, and Cpt. Clark had a MP40 and the M1A1 Carbine. We all felt content with our guns, so we decided to go ahead and take refuge in the room. It appeared there were only two barricaded windows and the main door to guard, so Cpl. Brown and I each took a window, while Pvt. Gordon and Cpt. Clark took the front.

Before anything bad happened again, Cpl. Brown got out his communications radio and attempted to contact Commander Johnson.

Commander Johnson, come in this is Cpl. Brown, He said into the microphone. We waited a few seconds and a response crackled in on the radio.

This is Commander Johnson. Is everything alright over there with you guys? He asked.

Well, were alive if thats what youre asking. Sgt. Price found this box thing that has the ability to randomly generate weapons. Its very strange, I wish you could see it, Cpl. Brown replied.

Hmm. Well, well have to investigate that later on. I want you and your squad to stay as safe as possible. We have evacuation squads ready to come in anytime youre ready,

Thanks Commander Johnson, but we wont need that until were on our last breath. Weve dedicated our lives to this, and will do anything to stop it. With that Cpl. Brown signed off.

We waited at our stations for very little time before something started happening. I looked outside my window and saw a bush start rustling. We all heard the moans and grunts of agony and torture getting louder and louder. I grabbed my Trench Gun and prepared for the worst because that is what to expect at this point

Chapter 6: Separation

The night was still slowly dragging on. It felt like there was no end to this nightmare. The zombies were beginning to become smarter and stronger it seemed like. They were running faster, and more dedicated than ever to get inside the building. They would sprint up and charge the barricade head on before attempting to pull them off.

Keep up the fire men! Cpt. Clark shouted as he reloaded his MP40. Pvt. Gordon, I need some covering fire! He yelled.

Die freaks! Go back to H*ll! He shouted as he annihilated them with his DBSG. We kept up the fire for a very long time. There was never an end to these freaks determination.

Guys! Im running low on ammo for my Trench Gun! I desperately shouted.

Cpl. Brown, cover his window! Sgt. Price, go open the chest! Cpt. Clark screamed. I sprinted over to the box as fast as I could. I bent down and ripped it open as the weapons cycled.

Ahhh! Theyre coming through the wall! Help! Cpl. Brown shouted as he was being overwhelmed.

Im out on my MP40! I have to use the Carbine! Cpt. Clark shouted as he attempted to help Cpl. Brown.

DIE! LEAVE THIS PLACE!!! Pvt. Gordon screamed as he pulled out his Browning and began tearing through every last zombie. I glanced back at the help box and there sitting before me some kind of Heavy machine gun. I didnt even check to see what it was called; I simply rushed beside Cpt. Clark and Cpl. Brown. I pulled up the gun, aimed down the sights, and pulled the trigger.

Bullets began to fly everywhere. This gun went through zombies like a knife through butter. Blood and body parts scattered all around the room. Cpt. Clark and Cpl. Brown scramble beside me, and we all pulled back near the stair case in the room.

Cpl. Brown and I will move this couch on the stairs! You two keep up the fire! Cpt. Clark shouted. They pushed the couch to the top of the stairs and rushed up. As Pvt. Gordon and I were about to go up, loose pieces of the roof collapsed and separated us from Cpt. Clark and Cpl. Brown.

Well isnt that just great! I sarcastically shouted. It was just us two until we could find a way upstairs.

Im out of ammo on both guns!Pvt. Gordon shouted as he stabbed a zombie straight in the face.

Take this gun! I dont know what it is but it has firepower! I shouted as I handed him the gun.

This is a MG42! Perfect for mowing down anything! Ha Ha! Pvt. Gordon happily shouted. After he had the gun, a zombie struck a gash into my left arm. I punched it in the face, and thrust my knife through its stomach. As it struggled to remove the knife, I opened the chest. As it was cycling, Pvt. Gordon was overwhelmed and violently attacked.

Pvt. Gordon was knocked out, and I was beginning to feel light-headed. I crawled back to the chest and saw a green and blue pistol. I didnt care what it was I grabbed it and began fired it at the zombies dragging off Pvt. Gordon. A green pulsating laser burst out and completely destroyed the zombies carrying him off.

I took aim at the zombies closing in on me and fired three shots. They all fell to the ground dead. As I shakily stood up, I moved over to Pvt. Gordon. I dragged him back in my left arm, and fired the Ray Gun as I call it in my right arm. I dragged him out into the main room, and sat him on the stair case.There was another couch blocking the way up, so I sat there firing at everything that moved.

Get away! Die freaks! DIE!I screamed as I fired and fired on everything. I thought this would be our end. Me heroically fighting off Nazi zombies to keep Pvt. Gordon alive. As I was firing, I had to reload. I had no clue how to reload it though, so I struggled to find a clip to pull out. The zombies swarmed us, and I was certain there was no way out.

I remember thinking about my wife back home. I also thought about my only son, and how he would feel after knowing his father met a very gruesome death. I also remember Commander Johnson to treat each other like brothers. As I thought about it, I got new strength and motivation. I wasnt going to die in that place. I was going to fight for as long as I could.

I found that if I pulled the front off the Ray Gun, a yellow battery fell out. I grabbed another one from the side of it, and pushed it in. The Ray Gun lit up again, and I went crazy. I was blowing everything away. Nothing could stand and face me without being dismembered by the might of the Ray Gun.

I came back to reality when I ran out of ammo again. The Ray Gun was now useless. I sat it next to Pvt. Gordon, and picked up both of our knives. I attempted to fight them off as long as I could, but it was in vain. They overtook us, but didnt kill us yet. They grabbed us and began to drag us off. I remember screaming for Cpt. Clark and Cpl. Brown to help. I thought they had already evacuated, and I began to cry. Then, something amazing happened.

Chapter 7: Thank God

As we were being dragged off, a huge explosion came from inside the Help room. Cpl. Brown walked through the door, with some German gun that looked like a bazooka.

How do you like me now?!? Eat it!!! He shouted as he shot missiles into the crowd of zombies. They were splattered all across the room in every direction. I then saw Cpt. Clark emerge from the room, with a quick firing German gun.

Keep firing that panzersheck Cpl. Brown! Ill get them! Cpt. Clark shouted. He sprinted up to us to help.

Im fine Cpt. Clark, but Pvt. Gordon is unconscious! I told him.

Cover me with this FG42 while I bring him back upstairs! He said, handing me the gun. Before I got up, I grabbed the Ray Gun and put it in my pocket. I took aim and obliterated the oncoming zombies with the FG42. Cpt. Clark grabbed Pvt. Gordon, and ran through the door. Come on we need to get upstairs! Sgt. Price, cover the rear! He shouted as we went upstairs. Cpl. Brown used the chest thing one last time, and got a flamethrower. He put it on his back, and rushed upstairs.

We ran into a room just above where I had my last stand with the Ray Gun. There was a pouch of grenades in the corner that I found. I pulled the pin on four of them, and tossed them through the door. All the zombies that were pursuing us were maimed, but some lost their legs and crawled towards us. We slowly shot them each in the face, but I picked one up by the back of the neck. It tried with all of its might to get me, but it was powerless against me. I took a grenade and stuck it in the pocket of his shirt, and tossed him over the railing.

Thank God you two came back! I thought that was the end! I said in relief.

I never leave a man behind. No matter what Cpt. Clark reassured me. As we were waiting there, I told them of my finding of the Ray Gun.

I got this in the chest; it can dismember anything I shoot it at. The problem is it doesnt have much ammo I said. They were amazed by it, and then Cpl. Brown noticed something.

Hey, what are those yellow things strapped on your belt? He asked. I had no clue what he was talking about so I glanced down. The Ray Gun ammo was mysteriously attached to me. I was baffled, but I didnt question it.

After our conversation, Pvt. Gordon came back into consciousness.

What the H*ll happened down there? All I remember was shooting zombies with my MG42 and then I was out cold! He asked curiously.

Sgt. Price made a stand down there, saving both of your lives. If it wasnt for him, you would be dead right now, Cpt. Clark told him. Pvt. Gordon looked at me with admiration.

You are one H*ll of a soldier! He shouted.

Thanks Pvt. Gordon, but we need to get some weapons again. The zombies have paused for now, but who knows how long we have, I said.

Im going to radio Commander Johnson again while you three gather weapons, Cpl. Brown said as he pulled out his radio. The rest of us went around scouting around. I kept my Ray Gun in my pocket, and also kept the FG42. Pvt. Gordon found his MG42 and Browning M1919, and also found ammo for them. Cpt. Clark got a Thompson out of the chest, as well as a Ray Gun for himself. Cpl. Brown kept his flamethrower, and found a Trench Gun for his second gun.

We all regrouped upstairs in the grenade room. We all felt exhausted, and knew we couldnt take much more of this. Cpt. Clark decided to give us one last pep talk before our end.

Men, what we have faces out here is truly horrific. And you all have fought through it braver than anyone I have ever seen. If we die here tonight, our deaths will be honorable. We will die knowing that we have done all that we could to stop this plague He said. We all nodded silently, preparing ourselves for the worst. We knew it wouldnt be long until we were overwhelmed one final time. We took our stations in the room, and waited. I prayed a silent prayer, that our noble deeds would be remembered through time, and that we would go down fighting.

Chapter 8: The Last Stand

The night was almost over. We had been fighting for hours on end without any breaks. We all knew this would be the final fight, and we decided to go down fighting.

Very shortly after Cpt. Clarks speech, I looked out over the horizon. There, what seemed to be thousands of zombies were running full speed towards us. I was frozen in fear, but filled with adrenaline at the same time.

Men the time is now!!! Cpt. Clark screamed as zombies poured into the building like a river. There was a barricaded window that Cpl. Brown was guarding, and Pvt. Gordon and I were guarding the door. Cpt. Clark was assisting anywhere he could with his Thompson.

My FG42 blazed through the zombies like wild fire. Pvt. Gordons Browning was doing much more damage though. Although we knew we were killing zombies by the hundreds, we never saw any signs that we were. They would still relentlessly charge at the door to get to us before being splattered by our fire power. During one of the charges, I was knocked down and my FG42 fell outside. I quickly grabbed my Ray Gun and blasted them away.

Cpl. Brown saw the situation, so he told me to take his flamethrower. I grabbed it and let the fire loose. The zombies screeched in agony and pain as they died. I kept burning for as long as I could. My flamethrower over heated, and we had no time to wait. I threw the gas tank into the crowd.

Pvt. Gordon! Shoot the tank! I yelled.

I see what you mean! Ka-boom! He yelled happily. He aimed his Browning straight at it, and shot it. It exploded everywhere in the other room, lighting the entire room on fire. Pvt. Gordon laughed at the zombies, feeling happy as ever.

That gave us about ten seconds to take a breath before the zombies charged us again. Cpt. Clarks leg was injured by the blast, so he stayed in the grenade corner. The zombies charged at us full speed again. This time it worked though. They crashed into us, pushing us back into the corner.

Cpl. Brown! Get over here!Cpt. Clark shouted, but it was too late. He was immediately swarmed and pushed out his window. We heard his screams of agony, and with his dying words he said,

I wont die like this!!! We then saw a huge explosion, from what I thought was a grenade that he committed suicide with.

Noooo! Cpl. Brown! I shouted as I rushed to the window.

Its too late for him! Keep fighting! Cpt. Clark screamed. Pvt. Gordon was filled with rage. He stood up, pulled out his MG42, and fired forward. He turned and looked at us.

Im not going to survive this, but Im going to kill as many freaks as I can before I go down. Its been an honor serving beside you men, but I must go be with my family, He heroically said. He then rushed into the other room and down the stairs. We heard him screaming and yelling as he destroyed the zombies all around him. He hurled insults at them as he went down like a hero.

It was just me and Cpt. Clark now. Cpt. Clark pulled me beside him.

Sgt. Price, I want you to get out of here. Get out of here and run for your life. Go to your family telling them of what you survived. My leg is injured, so I cant walk, He said. He then handed me his Ray gun, Take this Ray Gun and your own, run until you cant run anymore. I will hold them off as long as I can with the Browning Pvt. Gordon left behind, so go. Run for your life. And tell my family of my heroic deed, and that I had to do it.

I looked at him and began to cry. He was truly the most honorable soldier I had ever met. I looked him straight in the eye.

Sir, it had been an honor. You are the bravest and most honorable leader I have ever met. I will go to your family and tell them. I will survive this for you Cpt. Clark. Goodbye. With that the zombies began to reenter the room. I jumped over the railing to the downstairs of the building. I found an open barricade, and jumped through.

Chapter 9: The Escape

I ran for my life out of that nightmare. I ran faster than I ever had. I heard the agonizing screams of Cpt. Clark behind me. I didnt know where to run. All around me zombies were chasing me.

I pulled out my two Ray Guns and blasted anything that got in my way. I was determined to escape alive. I just kept running. Nothing could stop me. After I had gotten far enough out the zombies stopped chasing me. I stopped and turned around and they were just standing there. I raised my Ray Guns, and blew as many away as I could until I ran out of ammo. I kept them with me and rested.

I suddenly remembered the emergency radio that had been given to us. I sat down where I was and attempted to get a message out to Commander Johnson.

Hello! Hello! Is anyone there?!? This is Sgt. Price I need transport ASAP!!! I screamed into the microphone. I received a barely audible reply through it.

*Crackle* Sgt. Price? Is that *Crackle* you? Well, if you can *Crackle* hear me, we sent evacuation squads in *Crackle* your direction. Commander Johnson replied. I was overjoyed to hear this. I got up and yelled as loud as I could with happiness.

It wasnt long after that I saw two trucks driving towards me. I stood up and got their attention. Commander Johnson was waiting on the back of one of the trucks. He rushed to my side as I stood in exhaustion.

Sgt. Price! Thank God youre alive! What happened to the others? He asked. I looked down solemnly, not saying anything. Oh, Im sorry then. They died honorable deaths then. I sent the evacuation teams because Cpl. Browns radio activated and I heard screams of agony and pain coming from you and your squad. I knew that was it. As he said that three planes soared overhead towards the building. Those bombers are going to destroy anything that remains there. He said.

I got into the truck with him, and sitting there I saw my wife. I held here in my arms, overjoyed to see her. I glanced over and saw a woman sitting there crying. I figured she must have been Cpt. Clarks wife. I walked over to her and sat next to her.

What Cpt. Clark did back there was amazing. He saved my life by sacrificing himself. He wanted me to tell you that he had to do it. With that the truck pulled off back to base, and I was finally able to relax.

But before I could relax I looked back at the building. Explosions were everywhere from the bombs. I was laughing in my mind. I then looked closely and saw the zombies all running away. I wondered where they could be going. Perhaps to the place of their creation? I simply disregarded it and fell asleep. I would realize later that I shouldnt have ignored it

Conclusion

This was not the only account of these zombies this man had faced. He went on to fight against them many more times. Other accounts of his fights are being constructed. One day, they may be published like this account.


To read my Second version of the Nazi Zombie Story, simply scroll down. I have finished my second story and is in post directly below this one!!!


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This is my second completed story! Enjoy reading it! Expect news about my third story soon!!!







The Nazi Zombie Records: Book 2

Introduction

This is the second recording of the devastating and horrific events recalled by the infamous man Austin Price, recently promoted to the secretive rank of Special Operations Field Commander, or SOFC for short. He has been brought forth to the call of duty yet again to face the uprising plague of zombies. This time he thinks he is prepared, that he knows everything there is to know about these things. Little did he know that this time the stakes would be higher, the losses would be greater, and he would have to face even more powerful creatures.

Chapter 1: One Year Later

It has been around one year since I first received my infamous letter and fought the undead plague. I have been numbed to showing emotions and feelings. I remember my fellow comrades down in the darkness, and especially the one who saved my life…

But one year later those men were only kept in my memories, and the sacrifice they took for the safety of others. After the mission, I was promoted to the rank of Special Operations Field Commander, or SOFC. My title was now SOFC Price, or Commander Price (when on the field). Commander Johnson had recruited more men for the cause as well.

He had much trouble recruiting people though, because there had been rumors that men had accepted the letters before, and they signed their life away. This is true, but they didn’t die for just any reason. They died to attempt to protect other people from ferocious and horrific zombies.

I had become a well-trained and seasoned soldier in this field of battle. I had spent a year studying what I had learned from the zombies and what there weak points are. I also tried to piece together the puzzle of their existence. Who made them? Why did they make them? How did they make them? I could only theorize about the answers to these questions.

The theory that I came up with is not logical at all. I believed that they were somehow created by Nazi scientists, because there had been reports of strange Nazi inventions throughout Europe. I also believed that they were not created just out of hate. They were created to destroy something; to kill people.

I decided that the reasons of their existence were not that significant at the moment. The only truly important thing that Commander Johnson and I had tried to figure out is where they were made. If these freaks were still being created, it could spell disaster. Commander Johnson was the one responsible for this, while I trained the team that had to be ready for anything…

Chapter 2: New Blood

The date is May 25, 1945. The famous Second World War is coming to an end. The Nazi War Machine in Europe has already surrendered. However, the Japanese forces were still fighting. That is what is happening in the world, but more is going on than they know…

As far as world events in my life here is what is going on. I am still half in shock of what my life is right now (working for someone to save the world from zombies). I have a few reported Intel of the zombies beginning to be sighted at an undisclosed location in Germany. And now I have 3 recruits who signed into this program, having no idea of what is going to happened. Today, I’m dealing with the recruits.

“Good morning men! Do you know why you are here?” I asked them as I walked into their barracks. They all stared at me like an idiot. “I take that as a no then…” I said as I walked over in front of them. “First things first. Tell me your names and your background. You first,” I said as I pointed to a tall, skinny fellow.

“My name is Lieutenant Luke Jackson, sir. I served alongside my brave marines in the Pacific warfare against the Japanese,” He said as he stood up, “My squad and I were captured, and nearly all of us slaughtered. I was able to overcome the guards though, and with my remaining comrades escaped to safety. I am perfect at getting out of nasty situations.” With that he sat back down.

“That’s great Lt. Jackson. You, you’re next,” I said as I pointed to the next man, who looked very muscular and strong.

“Hello sir! My name is Sergeant Joseph White. I have served in the army nearly my entire life, and never think off quitting. I served under Captain Clark in Nazi Germany, until he left the squad to join a secret program. I was completely obedient, no matter what got in my way.” He stated respectfully. I froze at the mention of Cpt. Clark’s name.

“So, Sgt. White, did you join this program because you think Cpt. Clark is involved?” I asked him.

“That is part of the reason sir. He also told me before he left that if I ever got invited to anything like it that I should take it immediately,” he replied.

“Hmm. Well I’ll tell you about Cpt. Clark in a minute. You’re next,” I said as I pointed to the last man, who looked secretive and chilling.

He stood up, and looked me straight in the eyes.

“Sir, I am an assassin in the war. I call myself the rank of Private, since I never really earned a true rank. So you can call me Pvt. James Moore. I have taken out several important Imperial and Nazi officers, and sometimes it wasn’t a quick death. I take pleasure in watching the torment of others, so sometimes my assassinations aren’t quick and swift.” I looked at him strangely. What kind of twisted guy was this? I ignored it and began to brief the men, like Commander Johnson did with my crew.

“You three men have basically signed your life away. What you are going to endure and fight against will stop you in your tracks. There is a slim chance that we will survive men,” I bluntly said. Sgt. White interrupted me.

“We? Don’t you mean you three?” He asked. I nodded in disagreement solemnly.

“No Sgt. White. I mean we, as in us four. We are the ones who are going down into this living nightmare.” He stared at me with respect and admiration. I then continue, “You three are very brave to have accepted this mission. What we will encounter is unlike anything you have ever seen, unless in your own nightmares.” I was interrupted by Lt. Jackson this time.

“Don’t tell me this is some joke?!? What are we going to be fighting, monsters?” He shouted sarcastically. The others began to laugh. I took out my knife and stabbed straight through the table, getting their attention.

“Listen to me Lt. Jackson; you are going to be horrified at what is down there. I went down into that Hell hole and came out alive, but at the cost of the gruesome deaths of my comrades.” They stared at me horrifically, especially Lt. Jackson. “I’m not going to tell you any important information yet, but in time I will. For now I want each of you to go over to the training center. The men there will then test your skills.” With that I removed my knife from the table, and walked out of their barracks. As I left I heard Sgt. White murmur something to the others.

“Guys, I think we made a terrible mistake…” I continued out, watching the horizon. I thought about what Sgt. White had said about Cpt. Clark. I felt bad that I would have to tell him that his role model was gruesomely ripped apart by zombies. And not just zombies, but Nazi zombies.

I stood there for quite awhile, simply thinking. I was pulled out of my thoughts when my radio began beeping and I heard a transmission come through.

“SOFC Price! Report to the Mission Command! This is a direct emergency! This is not a drill! I repeat! This is not a drill!” Commander Johnson shouted through the radio. I turned around and started running straight towards Mission Command. As I ran I asked Commander Johnson what was happening.

“Sir! What’s going on?!?” I shouted into the radio.

“We’ve got a reported zombie attack! We need you and your men here ASAP!” He shouted back. I then heard the sirens blaring all around. I knew this was serious. I went to my personal HQ first. I grabbed the Thomson Sub-machine I kept in there for protection. I frantically searched for the Ray Gun’s I had acquired in my first mission, but they were nowhere to be found. Before I left, I grabbed an extra knife, and a picture of my wife and son. My radio began beeping again.

“Price! Get over here now! We’ve got the plane boarded with your men! Hurry up!” Commander Johnson ordered. I changed my run into a sprint, because I knew this was extremely urgent.

Chapter 3: Prepare to Drop

As I arrived at mission command, I saw Commander Johnson standing next to the plane. He motioned me to come so I ran over to him.

“SOFC Price! We have a proven zombie infestation in a run-down village in the Thuringian Forest in Germany! Our scout said there may be survivors and more than just zombies down there! That’s all I have for you! Contact me when you get down there!” He shouted. I had many questions, but had no time. I ran up the stairs and sat down in the plane. The door closed, and the pilot immediately gunned the engine.

“How long until we drop?” I asked him.

“About 10 minutes if there are no complications!” He shouted over the roar of the engine. I looked over and saw my three men shuddering in fear.

“Listen up men! We don’t have much time before the drop! I thought we would have more time before this, but destiny had different plans!” I told them, “What we are going down there to fight are monsters. We like to call them zombies. Nazi Zombies…” They stared at me in disbelief, not knowing what to say. “Sgt. White, you asked me earlier about Cpt. Clark. It’s true that he was involved in this program.”

“Was?” Sgt. White fearfully asked.

“Yes, he died in the first operation like a hero. He saved my life so I could bring Intel of it and experience back to HQ,” I replied. “Anyways, these zombies will stop at nothing to kill you. Even if you blow off their arm, they will still charge. The only way to stop them is to kill them. We all need to stick together, and you will be under my command. I will do my best to get us out alive if something happens.” They sat there with horrified looks.

“Sir, what is the purpose of this?” Lt. Jackson asked.

“Our last mission was to figure out what these things were. This time we’re looking for anything that can give us clues to their creation, and to kill as many zombies as possible.” I replied. “Commander Johnson also told me that there may be survivors of the attack. Keep your eyes peeled for them.”

“I’m ready for this now. Ooh-Rah!” Lt. Jackson shouted as an encouraging factor. We all shouted and raised our guns.

“Before we go down there men, I just wanted to tell you chances are we won’t survive. But if we die, we will die with honor.” I reassured them. They didn’t appear to be reassured though. I looked down at my Thompson, and glanced over to see if they had gotten weapons. Pvt. Moore had a M1 Garand, Lt. Jackson had a BAR, and Sgt. White had a M1 Garand. We sat in silence for what seemed life forever.

Then we came into the dropping zone. I waited for the pilot to give us the thumbs up on the mission. We strapped on our parachutes and waited. He turned around in his seat, gave us a smile, and said, “Good Luck.”

With that the four of us dropped out of the plane as the world rushed down around us. I was filled with adrenaline to finally be returning to the field, but horrified at what could happen. The weather felt mildly cool, and there was a steady rainfall as we fell. The land below us seemed peaceful, birds flying around, animals scattering around.

And then I saw the village. I could not see details of it clearly in the air, but I could tell zombies had been there. There were bodies on the street, some missing their limbs. The town looked as if it was torn apart.

We got closer and closer to the ground until we finally landed. We landed near the outskirts of the small village.

Chapter 4: We Meet Again

As we landed, I regrouped everyone around me.

“Huddle up men! Are you all ok?” I asked them. They nodded at me silently in response. “Alright, well now we are on high alert. This is where you training pays off. This is the moment of truth. We are going to complete our mission, or die trying.” They continued to stare at me without a word. “These Nazi Zombies, they are tough. Make sure that we stick together, and be safe. Ooh-Rah!” They shouted with me and we slowly approached the city.

I remembered that I was to contact Commander Johnson, so I picked up my radio and attempted to contact him. The radio just made a faint buzzing sound. I figured that the storm was interfering.
It was easy to tell that the city was deserted. As the light rainfall fell down over the town, we could see the evidence of a zombie presence. The rain washed blood around on the street, and trickled through bullet holes in the walls. Lights were sometimes flickering on and off, and lightning would occasionally strike.

Our boots splashed in the puddles as we approached our first building. It looked like a home of some sort, so we decided to check for survivors there first. As we got closer, we saw that there was a blood stain inside the room. We were all silently horrified.

“So we have to go in there to find zombies? This sounds like a horror movie!” Lt. Jackson murmured.

“I’m on point. Lt. Jackson, you take front with me. Sgt. White and Pvt. Moore, cover the rear. And remember, stay quiet. We don’t want to sound like a zombie buffet walking in…” I replied quietly.

I approached the door and slowly opened it. The lights were on inside the house, and it sheltered us from the rain. Pvt. Moore closed the door and we looked around. The building appeared like any other normal house, but with creepy details. The blood on the wall reminded me of the ferocity of the zombies, and I saw a mangled corpse in the corner. The corpse held a German kar98k in its lap, showing us that whoever it was tried to fight.

“Pvt. Moore, make sure we keep that door closed. Lt. Jackson, you’re with me. Sgt. White, hold fast,” I ordered. Lt. Jackson and I opened the next door and were horrified at what we saw.

There were two dark figures in the room. They were bent over, gnawing on the dead flesh of someone. Lt. Jackson gasped at the sight, and I was frozen still. I prepared to enter the room, and the floorboard creaked loudly.

The zombies froze still. I prayed that they would not have heard it, but it was to no use. Both zombies slowly turned around, staring through me with their beaming yellow eyes. As they stood up, more pairs of eyes appeared in the room. And then I heard the sound that had haunted me forever.

They moaned with agony and pain, as if they did not want to be zombified. They slowly walked towards me, all in synchronization. I was frozen still, right until one was about one foot away from me. It stopped and looked me straight in the eyes. A crack of lightning shot off outside the house. The zombie then let out a terrifying screech, as if to tell the others to charge.

I performed on instinct. I hit the zombie with the butt of my Thompson, and then opened fire. The shots were heard all throughout the village. The zombie fell to the floor defeated, but not the others. They began to charge full speed towards us.

“Holy crap! Lt. Jackson, fall back!” I shouted as the zombies poured in. He raised his BAR and began to fire a stream of lead into the zombies.

“Oh my God! These things are like Satan’s minions!” He shouted as he popped a zombie’s head off. We kept up the fire as we slowly backed up towards the door. Suddenly a zombie came out of nowhere and shoved me through a door.

I remember what happened in my first experience, and I tried to act differently. Though my head was throbbing I stood up and fought the zombie. He charged at me as if to body slam me, and I quickly shoved my knife straight into his chest before he could. His blood ran over my hand as I retracted my knife.

It fell before my feet, and then I felt something go through my leg. A zombie had bitten me in the calf, and I fell to the ground. It got on top of me and stared straight into my eyes. I tried to fight it, but it was to no use. The zombies pulled back as to finish me off, and then I saw a knife burst through his right eye.

It screeched in agony and fell off of me. I then picked up my Thompson quickly and fired 5 shots into it, to make sure it was dead. I turned to see Sgt. White standing next to me.

“I owe you my life,” I told him.

“No need to thank me. Now let’s get back to the others.” We dashed into the room to see Pvt. Moore with a crippled zombie. The zombie had lost its legs, and Pvt. Moore wanted to have fun with it. He picked it up and slowly inserted his knife through the side of its head. It screamed all the way until it died.

“I hope that was all of them, because that was terrible!” Lt. Jackson said.

“There will be many more Lt. Jackson. The other zombies will have heard the commotion, and will be attracted to it. Hurry up and search the house for any survivors so we can move on.” We all spread out through the house and searched around. As I was looking through the upstairs, I opened a closet door and made an incredible discovery.

Chapter 5: The Only Survivor

Sitting down in the corner there was a shadowy figure. It appeared to be shaking in fright at the sight of me. I put my gun to the side and kneeled down in the closet. Then I heard a voice from the figure.

“Please don’t hurt me… Please don’t hurt my family…” The shadowy figure said in a sobbing voice. It sounded like a little girl in the closet. I found a light bulb at the top of the closet, and switched it on. Under a pile of clothes, as if to hide herself, was a little girl. She held a teddy bear in her hands tightly.

“Who are you?” She asked fearfully. She looked up at me with crystal clear blue eyes. I knelt down right next to her, and pulled the clothes off from on top of her that she was hiding under. She was wearing a traditional blue dress, something that appeared she would wear casually. She clutched her teddy bear tightly as I confronted her.

“We are here to save you. We are here to get you out of here safely. My name is Austin Price, what’s yours?” I told her and then asked her. She again stared at me fearfully.

“My name is Alexandra Adler…” She quietly said.

“Well Alexandra, we’re here to get you out of this scary place. We can get you somewhere safe, OK?” I told her. I tried to relate to her in my speech as much as possible, because she appeared very young.

“OK… Just please hurry,” she replied.

“One last thing Alexandra. How old are you?” I asked her.

“I’m seven years old,” She said. She stood up and grabbed her teddy bear, and I led her out of the closet.

“Alexandra, remember to always stay next to me or one of my friends, OK? We don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“OK Austin…Let’s go…” She replied. I took her by the hand downstairs. I took her out into the main room where we had first met the zombies. She had horrific looks and faces of disgust as we walked through. As I got back, I looked at my men to see if they had found anyone. They noticed the child, and simply nodded solemnly.

“Now Alexandra, these are my friends. This is Luke, this is Joseph, and this is James. Now I want you to always stay next to one of us.” I told her. She nodded silently and stood next to Sgt. White.

“Alright men, she is the only survivor. Sgt. White, I want you guarding her at ALL TIMES! Under no circumstances are you to let her out of your sight. Nothing can happen to her while we are here,” I commanded him.

“Yes Sir!” He replied.

“Alright then. We need to move on and check the next house soon. Lt. Jackson and Sgt. White, I want you two to stay here with the girl. Pvt. Moore and I will search the rest of the village before pulling out. The zombies will probably not come to this house when they see Pvt. Moore and I, but you never know. I want you two to barricade this room as best as you can, and try and keep Alexandra calm. If ANYTHING happens, then quickly call me on the radio. I might not respond, but we will come back as fast as possible” I told them. We all had heard the orders so Pvt. Moore and I went outside the house. Before I went outside, I looked down at Alexandra, who appeared scared that I was leaving. I knelt down next to her again.

“Don’t worry, Luke and Joseph will protect you. And I will be back in no time, so just wait,” I reassured her.

“Please hurry…” She silently told me. I nodded and stood back up. I signaled to Pvt. Moore, who picked up his M1 Garand and walked over to me. I glanced over at Sgt. White and Lt. Jackson who had already begun barricading. With that, Pvt. Moore and I walked out the door into the rain, to face whatever horrors awaited us.

Chapter 6: Fighting Our Way

The bullets pierced through the air like miniature missiles. Flesh was being ripped from the bodies of the zombies. Crashes of lightning and booms of thunder echo in the distance. Rain continues to fall on the isolated village in the forest. The storm intensified and the wind began to rage all around.

“Come on Pvt. Moore move up!” I shout as we fight our way through the main road of the village. We are being pounded by wave upon wave of hordes of zombies.

“Got one! Ha ha!” He shouted as he took down a zombie. We were burning through ammunition quickly as we fought the zombies though.

Despite our ammo shortage, we kept pushing on. Every zombie that hurled itself towards us was immediately defeated by our firepower. The blood stained our uniforms, and it washed down the street with the rainwater. I knew that our shortage of ammo would not be good when we were completely out though.

“Pvt. Moore cover me while I look for ammo or something!” I shouted over the roar of thunder.

“Alright!” He replied. I clipped my Thompson to my belt as I frantically searched for something. My search was to no use, but I did find a house with an open door.

“Pvt. Moore! Come in here, it will keep us dry for awhile! You keep the door covered while I scout for some guns!” I commanded. He didn’t respond but I knew he heard me. I quickly opened the door and frantically searched. I needed to find something – and fast.

“Sir! My M1 Garand isn’t holding this door very well!” Pvt. Moore shouted.

“Just give me 30 more seconds! There has to be something in here!” I replied. I then walked into the backroom and found something that made me feel enlightened. I shouted for Pvt. Moore to fall back into the room. He sprinted in and leaped to the floor of the room, with hundreds of zombies behind him. I looked at the zombies in all of their disgustingness. Then I uttered three words.

“Good night, freaks…” As I murmured this, I was sitting behind a mounted MG42 in what looked like an armory. There were all kinds of German guns on the walls: Everything from a simple kar98k to a MP40. I looked down the sights of my new-found heavy machine gun and opened fire.

This gun had massive firepower. It felt even stronger than the MG42 I had used in my first zombie experience. The chain of bullets linked to the side clicked rapidly against the floor as the gun ate up the bullets. Zombies were dismembered beyond belief at the might of this weapon.

“Pvt. Moore! Grab as many guns as you can get! We need to get out of here!” I shouted to him over the roar of the gun. He rushed over and began grabbing guns and basically stuffing them into a cloth bag he found in the room.

Eventually the zombies stopped coming. I knew this would be only temporary so I decided to act now. I jumped up and kneeled over next to all the weapons. I threw my empty Thompson to the floor as I searched for two decent weapons. I grabbed a FG42 machine gun and put it over my back. I knew it would come in handy. I then found a STG-44 and grabbed it in my arms. I glanced over at Pvt. Moore and he had filled the bag full of German weaponry, and he carried an MP40 and a Gewehr 63. We looked at each other for a quick moment and then burst out the door.

The rain was still falling very hard on the village. I couldn’t see or hear any of the zombies. We stood there back-to-back in the rain, waiting for an attack. But an attack never came. Puzzled, I sat down under a covering to keep dry. Where had the zombies gone?

Then I heard a blood curdling screech up above me. This was not a zombie scream, but something else. Pvt. Moore and I rapidly stood up and looked in the sky. I couldn’t see anything from the storm, but then my radio started going off.

“Sgt. White this is SOFC Price, what’s your status?” I asked him.

“Sir! You and Pvt. Moore *crackle* come back now! There are these *crackle* everywhere! Lt. Jackson keep that window closed! Oh my God! The *crackle* are in the house! Lt. Jackson! Grab Alexandra and *crackle* to the upstairs! SOFC Price! We need your help! These *crackle* are everywhere! These things aren’t zombies, there some kind of *crackle*! Ahhh!” I listened in horror as the storm stopped the transmission. It had cut out important aspects of it to. I didn’t know what was going on, but it was urgent. I grabbed Pvt. Moore.

“We have to go back NOW! They’re in trouble, let’s move!” I told him. We ran through the puddles of water and blood in the street towards their location. Questions kept running through my mind – What has attacked them? Will they be alive? Is Alexandra safe? These questions forced me to run faster, until I saw a horrific scene at the house.

Chapter 7: What are These Things?

The one place in this God forsaken village that we called ‘safe’ appeared to have been pummeled by artillery shells. There were large holes everywhere on the building: the door was ripped from its hinges, the windows were wide open, and there were large holes in the roof. As I approached the building, I could hear gunshots ringing through the building. As Pvt. Moore and I walked through the door, I heard a terrifying sound.

“What the hell was that?!?” I shouted to Pvt. Moore.

“How should I know? Let’s go!” He replied. We continued through the building to the upstairs. Scattered all around were these strange looking corpses. They were about the size of a dog, and had some kind of wings on them. Bullet holes were planted throughout the corpses.

“SOFC Price and Pvt. Moore! Get in the room now while you can!” I heard from Lt. Jackson, who was standing in an open doorway. We ducked inside the small bedroom and Lt. Jackson slammed the door. He locked it quickly, and then fell down of exhaustion.

“Lt. Jackson! What happened here? Where are Sgt. White and Alexandra?” I asked him frantically. He didn’t say anything, but pointed to a corner of the room. There Sgt. White was slouched down in a corner with Alexandra next to him, with what looked like a bite mark in his left shoulder.

“Sgt. White! What happened?” I asked him as I knelt down next to him to examine his wound. It was definitely a bite mark and he was losing blood fast. So as he replied, I wrapped the sheets off the bed around the wound to stop the bleeding.

“I obeyed my orders Sir. Whenever the creatures broke into the room they headed for Alexandra first. I fought them back as hard as I could to protect her, because you told me to not let anything happen to her. She’s fine, but I received a wound to my left shoulder. One of those creatures took a bite out of me.” He replied.

“Alexandra, are you alright?” I quickly asked her, and she solemnly and fearfully nodded yes.

“Sgt. White, I tremendously appreciate your obedience to me and this mission. It is very honorable and means a lot. You even sustained an injury and kept going. But I need you to tell me about those creatures.” I told him.

“There were so many of them it was hard to even tell what they were Sir. They looked like demons the best I can remember. They had wings like a bat, a pale white body, a head with fangs, and claws that could rip through anything. It was horrifying…” He recalled. I had no clue what these things were, but they sounded like trouble.

“Sir! I think we’re about to get a revisit from these new-found freaks again!” Lt. Jackson shouted as we heard and felt what was like a huge rush of wind, leathery wings flapping, and the hissing and howling of the creatures. I kicked over the bed in front of the door to keep it shut for awhile.

“Men! We need to get out of here! If we stay here we may risk the safety of Alexandra and ourselves! Pvt. Moore, you try and open up that small hole so we can get through! We’ll cover the door! Sgt. White, you stay next to Alexandra and keep her safe!” I yelled as I heard something banging against the door. Pvt. Moore also grabbed a MP40 out of his bag and handed it to Lt. Jackson.

We all waited there, chilled by the thought of being killed by strange flying creatures. Pvt. Moore and I didn’t know what to expect, so we stayed on our guard.

About one minute after the sounds stopped, there was a ferocious attack on the door. Screeches and howls filled the air as Lt. Jackson and I attempted to keep the door closed.
Then one of the creatures managed to fly through the hole that Pvt. Moore was digging through.

It landed in the middle of the room, in view of us all. It looked almost exactly as Sgt. White had described them, except worse. There was blood dripping from its gruesome fangs and claws, it appeared to be some creature from Hell itself, and it wasn’t going to be friendly. It let out a blood-curdling screech, and flung itself towards me. I managed to hit it with my STG-44 right before it hit me, and it fell to the ground. I stepped over its throat and it began to struggle to get free. I took aim at its head and took one shot. It stopped struggling and died, but I knew there would be many more.

“Sir! I have the hole open! Let’s go!” Pvt. Moore shouted as he slid through.

“Alexandra! Go with them! I’ll meet you all outside!” I shouted. She and Lt. Jackson went through the hole, and then the door burst open. The creatures filled the room like water filling a cup, finding every place to get in. They swarmed all over me as I attempted to fight them off with my STG-44.

“Go on without me Sir! You must escape!” Sgt. White exclaimed at the sight of me being viscously maimed by the creatures.

“I…never…leave…a man…BEHIND!!!” I screamed as I finally got the ‘Night Demons’ as I named them, off of me. I put my STG-44 on my back and grabbed my FG42 and ripped through the Night Demons like there was no end. Anything that tried to fly and attack me was immediately pulverized by bullets.

As most of the Night Demons lay there wounded or dead, I grabbed Sgt. White and put him over my shoulder to carry him. I slid down through the hole to the outside with my men.

“Men! We need to move now! Alexandra I want you to stick with me! Soldiers, this village is looking more gruesome as we speak. We don’t have much time left, so we need to leave as soon as possible.” I told them.

“SOFC Price, I saw a parked truck earlier when we landed in the village. Should we make our way towards it?” Pvt. Moore asked.

“That’s a good plan Pvt. Moore. But there’s no doubt we will have to fight our way. You take point then. Sgt. White, if you can walk I need you to stay with Alexandra and keep her safe again. Alright men; let’s move!” I shouted.

“Austin? Are we going to leave soon? Because I’m scared…” Alexandra asked.

“Alexandra, we are going to leave now. We just have to get to this truck, and then we can get away from this scary place, OK?” I asked her as I knelt down. I had to keep my speech so that she could understand. She nodded solemnly, and I picked her up so she wouldn’t have to walk through the blood-drenched streets. It reminded me much of carrying my own son, and I began to daydream. But it wasn’t long until I was sucked back into reality.

Chapter 8: Man Down!

“Pvt. Moore and Lt. Jackson! Move up the street! We’ve got to get to that truck!!!” I shouted as we returned to the main street in the village. The storm continued to rage on relentlessly. Flashes of lightning light up the now moonlit sky as we fight our way to our only method of escape: a truck located at the north end of the village.

“Grenade, out!” Lt. Jackson yells as he throws a grenade straight into a crowd of zombies. The Nazi Zombies and the Night Demons were both attacking us at once, stopping at nothing to kill us or devour us.

“You savages! You will die here!” Pvt. Moore shouts as he mows down a swarm of Night Demons with his MP40. The Night Demons have become more aggressive since I first encountered them at the house. They seem to be more dedicated to get us.

Nevertheless we push on though. Wave upon wave of the bloodthirsty freaks launch themselves towards us; only to be repelled by bullets, grenades, and knives. It seems there will be no end, until Sgt. White finds a quick hideout.

“SOFC Price! Quick come in here!” Sgt. White yells as he motions us into a small building. Everyone ducks inside except for Sgt. White and I.

“Sgt. White! Get in there while I hold them off!” I shout to him.

“No! You go! Your life is worth living, not mine!” He replied.

“Sgt. White, hurry up! It’s too dangerous out here!” I shout to him.

“You all take Alexandra and get here out of here! I’ll try and hold them off as long…” He stood there motionless before he could finish. I stared at him in horror and saw what had happened.

“Nooooooooooooooooo!” I screamed as I saw what had happened. Blood ran down his neck and I saw a claw dug deep into his back. I turned him around and saw a Night Demon clinging to his back. I grab it by the neck, and slam it face-first into the wall. I then drop it and pull Sgt. White inside. He is gasping for breath as he falls back into my arms.

“Sgt. White! Can you hear me?!?” I ask him. He doesn’t respond, but just lays there. I am filled with anger and hatred. These new Night Demons may have just fatally injured one of my comrades; and now I have a vengeance for them.

Suddenly the zombies break through the door where we are hiding, bringing hundreds of Night Demons with them. Alexandra screams as they enter, which fills me with more hate; they aren’t going to hurt an innocent child. Not if I’m still alive.

“Lt. Jackson and Pvt. Moore! Take Alexandra and get to the truck! I have a score to settle…” I tell them quietly. They unquestionably run through the back door into the storm. Leaving me to have a death match with hundreds of these satanic creatures: both zombies and Night Demons. I suddenly start getting horrific flashbacks that had been haunting me for months.

I see Cpl. Brown being viscously attacked and maimed. He kills himself with a grenade of the fear of being devoured alive by mindless freaks. I visualize Pvt. Gordon dying a heroic death, but a death by zombies. The last image I see completes my vengeance. I see Cpt. Clark telling me his final words to escape. I hear his screams in my head, the screams of his sacrifice he made for me. I bend over with the painful images in my mind. They won’t leave me alone. They won’t go away.

Until I look up, and see Sgt. White dying before me on the floor. He made a sacrifice for me, he saved me in a way. I freeze at that moment. I know what I must do. I stand up straight, and look the zombies and Night Demons in the eyes. I grab my MP40 and reload it. Before I engage in the ultimate battle for revenge and survival, I kneel next to Sgt. White. He is almost dead, and he looks up at me in the eyes. I say to him,

“Sgt. White, it has been an honor serving with you. If these are the last words you here, then I want you to know something. Your death will not go unavenged. I will bring revenge on these freaks. And thank you for your obedience; you are the only soldier I know right now who would have made a sacrifice like that.”

He looks at me one last time, grabs my hand, and then slowly closes his eyes. My first comrade has fallen on this mission. His blood is on the hands of those freaks. I take the sheets that were on his wound, and cover him. He will be avenged.

I then stand up once more. I take what may be my final breaths. I know that if I go down right here, I die with a purpose. I know that this is my time. I raise my MP40, I stand tall, and go out to seek my revenge on these
flesh-eaters.

Chapter 9: The Time is Now

“Sgt. Price, I want you to get out of here. Get out of here and run for your life. Go to your family telling them of what you survived.” The famous last words by my well remembered Captain Clark echo through my head. The screams of my other comrades at my first experience with the zombies replay over and over through my head like a broken record.

Time seems to be slowed down. I fire shot upon shot of my MP40 at the zombies and Night Demons. With each round that is shot my anger and passion grows more intense. I feel as if I am not myself anymore, but my own revenge.

“Die you animals! You’ve killed innocent people! Killed many soldiers! And most importantly, you killed my brothers in arms!!!”I scream at the creatures. They still mindlessly continue to drive forward to try and get to me, but every time they are fought back by me.

Every single time I reload they close in closer on me. And every single time I’m done I blow them away. My rage within me seems to make have superhuman courage, strength, and willpower.

As I reload my MP40, a night demon closes in on me and takes a lunge at me. I hit it with my gun, and it flew off with it. I quickly grab my FG42 and charge at the swarm. I jump over a zombie’s head, duck under another, and then fire at them from behind. They all fall to the floor defeated.

But not the Night Demons. They target me and take flight yet again. They swoop down with their sharp and deadly claws and fangs and take slashes at me. Most of their attacks are unsuccessful, because I am able to take them down before they can get to me.

As I am in my state of mind of superhuman characteristics and rage, my radio begins to start making noise. I had no way of picking it up while in an intense fight to the death with demonic creatures, but somehow the message got through by itself.

“SOFC Price! If you’re still alive, we need you! Not really us, but Alexandra!” When I hear the words, time felt like it froze. Lt. Jackson continued on in the message.

“The zombies grabbed her and took her away. We’re in pursuit of them now but we can’t figure out where they have gone! If you get this message, please look for Alexandra! We will be searching with the truck!” The radio then clicked off. I stood there for what felt like forever. Had my crew’s efforts to rescue her been in vain? I then had only one thing on my mind: to find and rescue Alexandra. That is what I set my mind on. And if I failed, then I would go down fighting every single one of the zombies that inhabit this place.

I quickly reload my FG42 and finish off the rest of the zombies and Night Demons still attacking me. Scattered throughout the entire room are limbs, pools of blood, and corpses. I walk around them until I find the exit. I kick open the door to the outside.

The storm that had been raging the entire day had intensified to its max. The winds could almost knock me over, hail fell instead of rain, and lightning struck every minute. I walked straight through the elements into the middle of the town. I listen for any sounds of distress or help. I then hear something not too far away.

“Someone help me! Aaaahhhh!” It sounds just like Alexandra. I turn to the direction of the sound. I see a dark building that appears to have been invaded by zombies. Perhaps that is where they had been hiding most of the time. With only my FG42, I sprint towards the building. I get to the door of it and stop. I see that the door had been ripped out of the doorway. I stand there for a second, frozen by fear, until something shatters the silence.

“Austin! Please help! Anyone!” It’s Alexandra again. I then hear the growls and hisses of zombies and Night Demons alike. Alexandra screams of pain as I stand there. It’s then I know that enough is enough. I run up the stairs of the house, to find three zombies in the hallway, peering into a door. I mow through them with outstanding speed, and run over to the open door. What I see both horrifies me and angers me beyond belief.

Chapter 10: Now or Never

I see a mob of zombies in the room all growling and attacking a closet door. I can hear Alexandra screaming from inside the door. I raise my FG42 and take aim. As I pull the trigger though, I hear a clicking sound. I pull the trigger a few more times, and all I hear is click, click, and click.

The zombies all turn to face me. It’s like they know that I am out of ammo. With no ammo for my FG42 and my MP40 gone, all I have left are the two knives that I grabbed when boarding the plane. I draw them both out as the zombies begin to run towards me.

I sprint into the room, straight into the mob. I slash through the three zombies in my way and get to the other end of the room. I am able to maneuver myself around the zombies so I can still attack them while evading their attacks.

My knives cut through the flesh of every zombie in there until they are all dead. I am breathing heavily and exhausted. I turn to the closet door and knock on it.

“Alexandra, it’s Austin! Come on we need to go!” I tell her. She limps out of the closet slowly. There is a small bite mark in her left leg from what looks like a Night Demon. I pick her up in my arms so she doesn’t have to walk.

I am about to go back downstairs when I see more zombies charging up the stairs. I had to think fast, so I dropped a grenade in the room. I then jumped through one of the open windows to escape. The zombies flooded the room only to be met by a frag grenade explosion.

As I am running away from the building, I sight gunfire in the distance. I pray that it is Pvt. Moore and Lt. Jackson with the truck. I try and yell to them but it appears they can’t hear me. Then I see them start moving in a vehicle; I know it is them.

I run as fast as I can, not slowing down. They pull up with the truck and screech to a halt. Pvt. Moore is in the back shooting while Lt. Jackson is driving. Lt. Jackson jumps out and takes Alexandra.

“Thank God you got her SOFC Price! We need to leave now though. Pvt. Moore and I were able to set up satchel charges all over the village,” He says as he lays down Alexandra in the truck and reveals a detonator, “once I activate this the entire village will be nothing but rubbish. The zombies and Night Demons weren’t too happy though, because we had to fight them to place the charges. So we need to leave now!”

“Alright! Lt. Jackson, you drive! I’ll keep Alexandra safe in the front, and Pvt. Moore, you cover the rear while we get out of here! Pvt. Moore, you keep the detonator!” I command.

“Oh, and what happened to Sgt. White? Is he alright?” Pvt. Moore asked. I explain to him everything that happened, and he doesn’t reply.

Lt. Jackson and I hop back into the truck and he speeds off. We travel through the bloody streets towards the main gate. All around us zombies are bombarding the truck, but Pvt. Moore is able to fend them off for awhile.

It isn’t long until things take a turn for the worst. As we are riding through the village a swarm of zombies hurl themselves in front of the truck. Unable to stop, we pummel through the undead crowd. Pvt. Moore is unable to hold on and falls out. I shout for him and hear only his screams of agony.

“Lt. Jackson, you keep driving and get Alexandra out of here. I’m going back for Pvt. Moore and the detonator. Give me your MP40 so I can be armed,” I tell him. I open the door and roll out the truck. I turn my head to see him screech around a corner and out of sight. I stumble to my feet and begin running towards Pvt. Moore.

I am armed only with a mere MP40 though, and I figure that my odds aren’t that good. Within about 10 seconds of running I am within sight of Pvt. Moore. I see him sitting on the ground attempting to fight off the zombies with an MP40.

When I reach his location, I begin firing at all the zombies that were there. There weren’t that many so it didn’t take long. I rush over to Pvt. Moore to see him bent over of pain on his left leg.

“Pvt. Moore, are you OK?” I ask him.

“No sir, I think I broke my left leg. There’s no way I can go on,” he tells me as he pulls out the detonator, “take this and get to a safe distance. If you carry me all the way there it will take too long, so go. I already know what to do here.” He pulls out a pistol that he kept hidden in his boot, and points it at his head.

“Pvt. Moore don’t do it! I can get you out of here!” I shout. He looks at me and gives me a smile, and pulls the trigger. He falls to the ground, another soldier dead on this mission. It reminds me of the death of Cpl. Brown, who used a grenade as means of suicide.

I sit there for a short while, mourning over the loss of another soldier. I then come back to reality and grab the detonator and began walking the other direction. I know that I have to set off these charges and destroy the village.

As I run, I am constantly fighting through waves off the zombies and Night Demons. As I keep going though, a Night Demon came in with a potentially fatal blow. It aimed straight for my neck and knocked me over.

It didn’t aim very well though and hit me dead on in the back. I fall over and slam into the ground. The Night Demon flies off, appearing victorious. I lay there, seemingly paralyzed. The zombies surround me and begin to drag me by my feet. I’m not giving up yet though.

I raise my gun and fight off as many as I can. I can only crawl away due to my injury. As I am fighting, I come down to one zombie. I raise my MP40 to finish it, and I hear a click. I groan that I am out of ammo again. Instead I raise my two knives and throw them straight forward. They impale the zombie and it falls over bleeding to death. I crawl for as far as I can, and then I see Lt. Jackson and the truck. He picks me up and sits me in the back. I look into the front and see Alexandra safe. I sigh a sigh of relief; Sgt. White and Pvt. Moore’s deaths were not in vain, because we completed our objective.

As we drive off, I pull out the detonator. I stare at the village from far off, thinking of Sgt. White and Pvt. Moore’s sacrifice left there. They will not be forgotten. I click the detonator, and the village bursts into flames all around. Screeches from Night Demons and zombies alike are heard everywhere. I lay back to rest, knowing that my mission had been completed. I tell Lt. Jackson to radio command to escort us back. As we drive off, the storm subsided. The sun came out, shining a brand new day into the destroyed village. And finishing my second mission against the plague of zombies.

Conclusion

This brave man, SOFC Price, is not yet finished with the zombie plague. There are more accounts that are being compiled of his fights with the plague. Expect to hear of a new infestation soon.


Keep checking this thread for updates about my third story! Coming Soon!!!


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I will let this past, but as long as you have mine on yours okay. I think it is going to kind of take away from it all if you get what I mean. Please just put mine on here. Then you will be a okay.







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This is where I will be writing my third Nazi Zombie Story!!! Remember to check here for updates about it!!!


The Nazi Zombie Records: Book 3


Introduction

Austin Price, the famous leader of two previous zombie infections, is still alive and leading the secret missions. He has taken men into the darkness to fight, and only come out alive by himself. Others have survived, but many have not. There have been many minor attacks on several villages, but nothing major. But now it is time for the people to strike first. New information has come about as to where these freaks were created. Without hesitation, Austin Price sets out to assemble perfect team for this. Together, they will enter into the unknown to fight, stop the infection, and kill the creator; or die trying

Chapter 1: Remembrance

I walk into my personal barracks on a late summer day. The date is June 28, 1950, and it is around 5:30 p.m. at our much larger yet secretive headquarters. I had just come back from a small uprising of the zombie plague, and utterly obliterated every one of them.

For the past five years since the last major infection, I have lead many squads against the zombies. The zombies have seemed to have dispersed throughout many places, giving them little power in numbers. Because of this, my squads and I have had very little trouble dealing with the creatures, and fatalities have been very scarce and on rare occasions.

Many of the men who were in our operation have left recently due to current world events. The Korean War had just broken out three days ago. Commander Johnson allowed them to leave, and even gave me the choice. But I told him I have already sworn my allegiance to the operation.

I close the door to my barracks and it clicks shut. I take my fully-loaded Thompson sub-machine gun and rest it on my dresser. I pull out the picture of my wife and son, and sit down on my bed. I stare at the picture, longing to see them again. I have not seen them for several months, and I miss them greatly.

I can remember everything about my wife and son as if I saw them yesterday. My wife, Erika Price, was as beautiful as the day I married her. Her long black hair was as black as night, and her brown eyes were gorgeous. My son, John Price, had grown up a lot. He was 14 years old, and was almost as tall as me. He told me that he one day wanted to enlist in the army, which didnt surprise me.

I took the picture and rest it on my desk next to other pictures of them. I then walked over and took off my blood stained uniform and put on a clean one. The vivid army green colors reminded me of when I served in the army before this operation. I grab a pistol and put it in its hilt on my belt, and also slip the knives into pockets on the front of my shirt: both for precautions.

I then walk back over to my bed, and sit on the edge of it. I pick up the records of my previous attacks and read through my two major accounts. There had been five mind-shocking fatalities on my experiences: Cpl. Brown, Pvt. Gordon, Cpt. Clark, Sgt. White, and Pvt. Moore. Each one of their deaths I can remember vividly: Cpl. Brown by suicide, Pvt. Gordon by zombies, Cpt. Clark by zombies, Sgt. White by Night Demon, and Pvt. Moore through suicide.

I hear all of their screams of agony echo repeatedly throughout my mind. I clutch my head as the screams become louder and louder. I fall over on my bed and begin yelling myself; I think i'm going insane. The screams become increasingly louder until I can't escape them. Then the door to my barracks swung open, revealing a character who I know well. The screams immediately vanish from my mind, and I stand up and salute the man before me.

"Commander Johnson, it's a pleasure to see you," I tell him. He salutes back and replies.

"SOFC Price, there has been an amazing discovery, something so big that it could finish this fight once and for all," He says. With hope in my eyes I proceed to ask a question, but he cuts me off.

"No time for questions. Meet me at my personal headquarters at 1800 hours." I salute him again, and he briskly walks out. I have about 30 minutes until I go there. My mind fills with questions, but I disregard them. I instead grab my radio and stick in my bag that I sling over my back. I then walk out of my barracks and go to take a walk to clear my head.

Chapter 2: The News

I walk at a brisk pace around base camp. I have many things swirling around in my mind like a viscous tornado. What could this news be? Had we finally found the place the infection started? Who is responsible for it? As I walk I attempt to answer these questions myself, but I still eagerly await the final word of Commander Johnson.

It felt like a millennium as I patrolled our base, waiting for my radio to alert me. And then my prayers were answered; a beeping sound emitted from my radio and I rapidly grabbed it and clicked the transmitter on.

"This is SOFC Price!" I shouted with excitement. Commander Johnson replied through the radio.

"Price! Where are you its 1800 hours! Meet me here ASAP!" He shouted back, not angrily but in a jokingly way. I switched my radio off and began to jog over to his headquarters. I now would be able to receive the answers to my questions that had been buzzing through my conscience.

I arrive at the door and stop. I open the door, gripping the metal handle with anxiety, and shut it. I salute Commander Johnson and take a seat next to his desk. He then pulls out a file and drops it on the desk.

"Austin Price, I am happy to tell you that the work you've done here has not been in vain," he tells me, "we have found the place of the original infection. I get a big smile on my face like him, and I shout in my mind of success.

"Where is it sir? I eagerly ask him." Now Commander Johnson lowers his mood to a more solemn state of mind.

"It's in the heart of Germany. There is a hidden laboratory near the Reichstag that also runs in underground tunnels. We sent 10 scouts into that place, and none escaped alive. They were able to relay only a simple message to us,' He then steps over to a small radio, and clicks it on. The voice that transmits is very static and frantic.

"If any one can *crackle* me out there, we have been able to *crackle* scientists who created *crackle*! Please send help! Aaaahhhh!!!" It was clear that he was in trouble, because you could hear gunshots and zombies throughout the message. Then there was one loud gunshot, and you heard a thumping noise like something fell over. I heard footsteps walking towards the radio. Then a new voice transmitted through.

"So, you dirty Americans have found my infamous laboratory! Well-played Americans, well-played But you shall never be able to stop me! Never! Hahahaha!!!!" The voice was heavy with a German accent and sounded demonic. The radio then switched off. Puzzled by the message, I began to think about it. And then Commander Johnson continued.

"This message is horrifying and we believe that this is the key to ending this. We are going to send you, along with the finest team ever assembled into that place. You all will have to find and kill this mad scientist, and plant a charge so powerful that the lab is wiped off the face of the earth."

I nodded in agreement. I had to find the best team possible to go down there with me. I knew that many people at camp would be too fearful, and then Commander Johnson said something I will never forget.

"And I will be with you down there, Austin Price, under your control. You know these beasts better than me, so I will be with you. I am fed up with sitting back and sending men in to die. Its my turn now. With that he dismissed me out of his office. Mind-boggled by his remark, I set out to find the best zombie-fighting team to ever fight: one that will stay with me to the end."

Chapter 3: The Team

For the next two days I was swamped with phone calls, letters, and any other means of communication. I was interviewing soldiers and contacting them to find who would be the best candidates to fight blood-thirsty freaks with me. It took much time and hard work, and then I finally made the decision.

The only survivor from my previous missions was to accompany me as my right hand man. His name, Luke Jackson, and he has become one of my greatest friends. Ever since we both drove off from the wretched village completing our mission, we have become like true brothers; nothing could separate our bond.

The next man to accompany me would be a fresh-faced sergeant who signed up for the program. His name was Isaac Smith, and he was a strong and determined soldier. Many of his characteristics resembled that of Cpt. Clark, my original role model.

The last man to combat and destroy the zombies was Commander Johnson. He had told me that he wanted to help me down in the field, and I didnt deny him the access. I allowed him to join in, and he started training for it. Surprisingly he was an excellent soldier; he was able to finish the training exercises in record time, and was an excellent marksman and sharpshooter.

This was my team that had been assembled: Myself, SOFC Price, Lt. Jackson, Sgt. Smith, and now Comm. Johnson. These are the three men who I deemed fit and worthy to assist me in the vanquishing of the zombie threat. We were the men who were going to either save the world or die trying.

"Squad on me!" I shouted at the training facility. The three men rushed to my side and kneeled down next to me, waiting for an order. It seemed rather strange to me to have Comm. Johnson waiting for an order from me.

"Excellent reaction time men. Youre going to need a quick reaction down there," I tell them, "The only one here, apart from me, who has actually fought the zombies up close is Lt. Jackson, my good friend. Comm. Johnson has studied them immensely and knows much about them. As for you, Sgt. Smith, youre the newbie. You need to stay with one of us at all times if you are to survive. Learn from us and youll do fine." He solemnly nodded at me.

"Comm. Johnson, when did you schedule the flight out of here to drop us at the zombie laboratory?" I ask him.

"SOFC Price, it is scheduled for tomorrow at 0600 hours! We need to be ready by then!" He replied.

"Very well then," I replied, "Now, I want you all to--" But Comm. Johnson cut me off.

"Austin Price, I arranged a little surprise for you before we have to prepare and set off on this mission. I felt that I should do this before I send you off on your last mission." Then I saw to figures walk into the training facility.

There, standing before me, were my wife and only child. I look at Comm. Johnson and make eye contact, silently thanking him. I then hug my wife and son, overjoyed to see them. I could not describe the emotions that I felt.

"Listen, I want both of you to know that I love you, and no matter what happen to me, I want that bond to remain." It was a touching moment for me, but one that was cut short. I was forced to say farewell to them one final time. In remembrance, I made sure to keep my wedding band and a necklace from my son on at all times.

After this, the highpoint in my day, I knew that everything would go downhill from there. The next day at 6:00 a.m. I would have to get on a plane and drop into a zombie infested lab with an insane scientist out to kill me. I may never see my family again. As my squad and I each walked to our personal barracks, I felt a sense of agony. I knew I had to stay strong, but it was hard with a sense of depression looming over me like an enormous skyscraper. As I begin to fall asleep, I let my emotions out that night; the only time I will ever get to sleep again.

Chapter 4: The Beginning of the End

I lay in my bed, my eyes just now adjusting to the new light. I hear a siren wail around the base camp; not a warning siren, but something else. I look at my watch, and its 5:00 a.m. I rest my head back on my pillow, thinking that the day is going to be a long one.

I arise from bed and stretch out my body as I stand up. I walk over to the small standard issue close that I have in my barracks. I grab an old army green uniform from the closet: the same uniform that I wore when I first met my zombie foes. I put it on, receiving flashbacks of fallen comrades before me. I then quickly grab my military cap.

I then briskly walk over to my desk and dresser, still half-asleep. I grab all the pictures of my wife and son and place them in the pocket on my chest. I grab two knives from my desk and slip them into pouches for them on my uniform. I take my Colt pistol and place it in its small hilt on my belt. Lastly, I grab four grenades and my Thompson. I put the Thompson on a clip on my back and walk out of my barracks.

The sun hasnt surfaced from the surrounding velvety darkness that surrounds me. Several lights are on though, so I am able to get to where I am going. The siren abruptly stops as I walk though, and I check my watch again. It was just a five minute siren, most likely a wake-up call.

I approach Commander Johnsons office, only to see him locking it up. He is in a uniform much like mine, and he looks like a skilled veteran of war. He notices me as he finishes locking up the place. He turns to me and begins to talk.

"So todays the day we end this," he says in a low voice, "this is going to be one hell of a day soldier. I suggest you get a quick something to eat or drink before we set off. You got about fifty minutes," He says as he picks up Springfield sniper rifle and walks off. I didnt feel like eating or drinking anything; I just wanted to end it.

I then walk over to my soldiers barracks to see Lt. Jackson and Sgt. Smith preparing for battle. They are clad in the same uniforms and both carry the same weapon: a M1 Garand. I salute them both and they come to attention.

"You two be ready for takeoff in approximately," I glance down and check my watch, "forty-five minutes. Be ready for the worst," I finish telling them. With that I walk over to the plane.

The darkness surrounding me envelops me as I arrive. I see our pilot climbing into the cockpit to prepare the plane. I salute him and continue walking to the back of the plane. I sit on a cold bench next to the takeoff site and just ponder what was going to happen down there. I then see two figures again appear through the darkness: my wife and son. They sit next to me silently, not saying a word. I knew what they wanted to say, that I shouldnt go, but they couldnt work up the nerve to do it.

"Look, I know you dont want me to go, but I have to. If I dont then this could become much worse again and spread to places that could one day harm you two. Im sorry," I tell them. I take off my cap and hand it to my wife and she clutches it dearly. I then slide out one of my knives, with my initials inscribed on it, and hand it to my son. Those will be the only memories they have of me.

We sit there in silence for what felt like forever. My wife was fighting back tears, and my son was studying the knife and occasionally glancing up at me. And then the dreaded moment I feared came. Comm. Johnson, Lt. Jackson, and Sgt. Smith all walked up to the takeoff site. The planes engines started up with a roar and the door opened. I gave my family one last farewell, and stood up to board the plane.

The four of us all sat in silence on the plane as it began to take off.

"How long until drop, captain?" I asked the pilot. He shouted back something inaudible over the roar of the engines. I simply ignored it. We all sat in silence all the way to the laboratory; and then it happened.

Chapter 5: Welcome to Hell

We all sat in silence on the plane, listening to the loud thrum of the two engines. The turbulence occasionally shifted us slightly, but all in all it was a smooth ride; or at least for the beginning of it. After a quite long flight time, the pilot shouted back something to us.

"Men, this is it. Welcome to Hell." I heard him say this and I got up and walked over to a window in the plane and peered downward. I was struck with awe at what I saw before me.

Down below us looked like a huge stone building, with several smaller buildings around it. There were barbwire fences all around the perimeter, and guard towers everywhere. To get a better look, I grabbed a pair of binoculars. I saw zombies everywhere down there, but they werent attacking. They were either mindlessly walking about or just standing in a cage. I also saw Night Demons everywhere in cages, but they did not appear as tame. Then something from the pilot got my attention.

"Alright, you all should be dropping in..." he paused for a second, "what the hell? Oh my God! They've spotted us! They're opening fire! Crash positions, men!" he shouted. I looked down one more time to see a hail of AA fire ripping through the early morning sky towards us.

The four of us all strapped into the seats and got into a brace position, waiting for the inevitable. I honestly didnt even see the others strap down, I just thought that is what they would do. Then we heard an explosion on the right side of the plane.

"One of our primary engines is shot! I cant hold her! Were going down!!!" The pilot shouted as we made a sharp decrease in altitude. I thought of parachuting out of the falling plane, but then we would just be annihilated by AA fire. So we were forced to go down with the plane. We kept hurling ourselves to the ground, and a few seconds before impact, the pilot shouted to us.

"Brace for impact!" Then we slammed into the ground, our plane made a few rollovers, and then slid to a halt. The lights that were on in our zone were all off, except for one ominous red light that slowly flashed on and off. I felt pains all over my body from the crash. I unbuckled the safety strap and I fell forward out of the seat onto the floor. I slowly crawled over to the cockpit of the plane, with my legs feeling paralyzed. I crawl in to find the pilot dead in his seat. There is blood running down in his head, and he is slumped over on the controls.

I slowly regained control of my legs and limped out back into our cabin.

"Men, are you alright?" I asked them peering into the darkness. But there was no response. I again shouted to them with no effect. I then walk in further, and the red light reveals to me that they arent there anymore. Had they fallen out of the plane? Jumped out before impact? I didnt know what to think. Theyre weapons were gone and so were they. I knew they wouldnt leave me behind, so something had to of happen.

I make sure I still have my Thompson and pistol and slide out of the back of the plane. I land on my feet this time, only to see the factory itself. There were warning sirens going off, guard dogs barking, and even the growl of zombies heard everywhere. I knew it would be more than zombies we would be fighting: we would be fighting any corrupt Nazis that still lived after the war. I hoped that my men were alright as I slowly crept away from the crash site. The only one I was really worried about was Sgt. Smith, the new man. I walked away, hoping to either find my men, or attack the place on my own.

Chapter 6: Army of One


I slowly approach the facility that I see before me, making sure not to make any noticeably loud noises to alert the guards and the zombies. I clutch my Thompson tightly, aiming down my sights in case anything might happen. I duck quickly behind an overgrown tree as a small search party passes by to go check out the wreckage. However, one guard was trailing behind them, probably inexperienced, and I thought of a plan to get into the facility unnoticed. As he begins to pass, I lay down my gun and slowly unsheathe my knife from its case. I crouch behind him, and wait until he stops to stand guard. When he does, I seize the moment and stab through the back of his head, killing him instantly.

The guard dead on the ground, I take his uniform and put it over my own. I fit quite nicely into it, and looked rather Nazi if you will. I clip my Thompson to my back under the jacket the German was wearing, so it is unseen, and I grab the MP40 from the guard. With my new Nazi look prepared, I begin to make my way back to the facility nonchalantly. I try to act as if on patrol if another person sees me.

I approach the main gate to see the guards suspiciously draw their weapons. They
walk closer and confront me. They mutter something in German that I cant understand. I then remembered how the scientist was able to speak English though, so not all of these Nazis could be only German-speaking.

They again repeat the phrase, but with more anger in their voice. I simply just nod my head yes to hopefully get past. They instead get into a battle position and yell something in German, probably trying to sound the alarm. My reaction time is superior though, and I quickly mow down the two guards. I then hear the alarm begin to wail.

Thinking fast, I did the first thing that came to mind. Since I was already wearing a blood-covered German uniform, I just dropped down to the ground as if I had been killed in the firefight helping the guards. I hear the footsteps of many guards rush pass me yelling German words. Then one guard who is checking for vitals begins to check the bodies to see if they are alive. I pull my knife while no one is looking, and wait for my turn. As the guard checks for a pulse on me, I lunge up and quickly severe through his eye with a knife. I retract my knife, and I make a mad dash behind a wall in the facility. As I am ducked behind it, I glance back. The oblivious guards took him as the third corpse, and forgot about the guard checking for vitals.

I then continue to walk through the facility as casually as possible. My heart was racing, I was sweating of fear, and I couldnt see straight. I saw Night Demons and zombies caged everywhere, along with the Nazis themselves. I had no clue where to go, so I began making my way to one of the underground tunnels. When I approached the entrance though, I saw dozens of Nazis pour into the room, all aiming at me. I then saw an old and creepy looking scientist emerge from the place.

So, this is the American they sent to destroy me? Only one?!? Hahahahaaaaaaa! You filthy Americans make me laugh, you dogs! Sadly, one man will not be enough to take my operation down. He then signaled his hand in the air and the men prepared to fire. I muttered something under my breath.

"Thats what you think, German freak" He glanced back at me at this.

"Haha! You are feeling confident American dog? Well sadly I must now crush your confidence, along with your body." He signals his hand in the air once more.

"Im not a dog, Im a war hero. And you know what you twisted sick fiend?" I yell at him.

"What American! What are you going to do, one filthy dog, versus my army of hundreds?!?" He replied.

"Im the one responsible for thwarting all your attacks! And if I can do all that, I would have no problem now sending you and your minions to Hell!!!" As I say this I quickly draw my Thompson and open fire on all of them. The scientist retreats back into the tunnel, and the remaining guards open fire on me as I reload. I duck into the nearest building as I finish reloading and sprint out the other entrance.

With the siren wailing and my cover blown, I am forced to fight for my life. As I pummel through buildings and facilities I slaughter Nazis and zombies alike. I am able to maneuver myself into a small hole so that I am hidden from the Nazis momentarily. I pause, listening for them to pass around me. I knew that I was heavily outnumbered and wouldnt stand a chance. The pursuers sprinted past, screaming in German, and they continued onward.

I jutted my head out from the rubble and checked both directions. Red, ominous lights lit up the room, and I heard the continuing siren wailing. But, there were no hostiles in my view in the moment. I retrieve my silencer from my pack and hastily attempt to equip it. I finally am able to fit it over the barrel correctly, and I begin searching for any unguarded passages.

I come upon a underground entrance to find it well-guarded. Realizing I still have my Nazi uniform on, I casually walk in and attempt to walk past the guards. Again, they shouted a German phrase similar to the one the original guards gave me. I just kept walking, and when one of them grabbed me to stop me, I froze still. He began to slowly repeat the phrase, but halfway through I hit him with my Thompson and put a few shots into him. The others were quick to react, but I was quicker. I hit the floor and shot them through while prone on the ground.

As I was standing up, I was violently hit in the back of the head and hit the ground hard. Throbbing with pain, I glance up to see a Nazi with a handgun pointed straight at me. He shouted some kind of war cry, but before he could finish a spray of bullets burst out of his chest. Now covered with his blood, I slowly get up to see Lt. Jackson standing before me.

"Glad to see you finally. Wheres the rest of the team?" I asked him.

"Sgt. Smith is with me, I dont know about Johnson, probably back in the laboratories. We better go find out." He replied.

"Very well then. Men! Lets go. Weve got work to do." I said. We all checked our guns for silencers, and began our stealthy descent into the God-forsaken laboratories.

Chapter 7: Descent


Like stealthy assassins we moved through the underground tunnels of the laboratory. Down here the gruesome and brutal realization of the zombie experiments impacted us. We saw countless corpses piled up after failed experiments, many with distorted features or missing body parts. Soldiers ran rampant throughout the facility in an attempt to find us as we stuck to the wall in the extremely dark tunnel attempting to find Comm. Johnson.

"Alright, we need to find Johnson and make sure hes still alright," I said as the three of us ducked into a small hole in the tunnels stone wall. We need to find any information also, so we can find our way to the inner laboratories where we can find that scientist and plant the explosives to thwart this operation.

"Alright Price, weve got your back. Have any ideas of where to get the information though?" Sgt. Smith asked as we waited. Puzzled, I took a quick glance around my surroundings to attempt to locate an office of some sort. I then noticed some sort of room with the door shut and lights off, and it had two guards watching for any danger, which is us.

"Alright heres the plan. Im gonna walk past those guards in my Nazi uniform and get their attention. You two take them out when their backs are turned."

"Roger that," Lt. Jackson said as he and Sgt. Smith raised their guns to fire. I emerged from the hole and started marching by, as if on patrol. The two guards immediately raised their weapons and shouted something in German. I kept marching on until I had gotten far enough for them to turn around, and then waited for the gunshots. Soon the shouting ceased as I heard a loud gunshot and a few suppressed ones. I quickly turned to see the guards dead and my men emerging as well.

"Good kills men. Alright, now Im going to go in here and try to find some kind of map or information, you to change into their uniforms, take their weapons, and stand guard." As Smith and Jackson got to work, I kicked down the door to the room. Within it were a few frightened Nazis in lab coats cowering in the corner.

They pleaded with me in German presumably not to kill them, but I just walked past them and began shuffling through the paperwork. I then found a map to the facility that detailed where I was, but it was in German. Satisfied, I then walked over to the few scientists still pleading in German.

I couldn't understand them, but I knew they had to pay for their assistance in creating the monsters that took so many lives: my mens lives. I raised my MP40 to fire, but Sgt. Smith stopped me.

"Dont kill them, theres no point. We have to move," He said as he lowered my weapon. I shrugged him off and told him face to face,

"Do you realize what these people have done? The death they have created? The families and relationships they have destroyed with these fiendish zombies? They must die!" I then raised my MP40 and opened fire. The scientists fell to the ground as I walked out, with Sgt. Smith following with a disappointed look.

We then attempted to decipher the map as we crept down the hallway. I recognized a few words now and again, and I was able to pinpoint a position that appeared to be holding cells outside of a series of laboratories.

"Alright, I bet Comm. Johnson is being held here. We need to move quickly before he is killed, and then we plant the bomb. Once thats done, we get the Hell out of here! Understood?"

"Yeah, but we have a problem..." Lt. Jackson said as we heard the sounds of footsteps behind us. We all turned and aimed as a group of Nazis turned around the corner prepare to fire. Then I heard the squad leader shout something, and the troops lowered their weapons. Some of them laughed as they then slowly crept back from where they came.

Puzzled, we began walking the other way, still on full alert. It was then we heard the siren cease, and the ominous voice of the scientist who started it all come on. First he issued orders in an angry German tone, and then he began to speak English:

"Well, well, well Looks like weve found you Americans. Im sure you all are searching for that teammate of yours that has gone missing, hmmm? Well, dont worry, hes still alive, weve found him a nice laboratory to perform experiments on him," I gripped my gun tighter and clenched my teeth as he continued talking. "But, I assure you, youll be meeting up with him very soon in the FIERY DEPTHS OF HELL!!!"

The intercom clicked off after this, and the three of us waited for what was going to happen. Then, we heard the sound of metal clanging, and hundreds of footsteps sprinting towards us. Along with this noise, we heard the sound of fluttering wings and high-pitched screeches. I knew what this meant, and I yelled to my squad,

"C'mon! Weve gotta go!!!" But it was too late. We stopped our ruined escape plan as we came face to face with a horde of zombies and night demons alike. I turned and saw an identical image behind me. The three of us readied our weapons and prepared grenades as the voice returned to the intercom.

"Hahahaha! Be nice to my friends Americans, theyre only here to kill you..." Then the scientist yelled something in German and the entire horde of undead charged straight for us. Looks like its gonna be a long day...

Chapter 8: Bring It!!!





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rozcos i think this is amazing its right up there with mrmacgees expect some posotive rep coming your way
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To everyone else who reads this if you want me to make another one i will but only if i get alot of positive comments and the poll is in favor of it (mrmacgee if i decide to do it i will send you a pm of what the outline would be)
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Hey, this is a great story! You really did a nice job on it - my favorite part was how you had some backgrounds of the main characters. The story was just fun to read.
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