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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!!!