Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Army of The Damned ❯ Chapter three ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

Gunter stood with the rest of the squad, shocked, sickened, and puzzled. Staring at the heap of stinking corpses. “What the fuck is this?”

Asked Mac, turning to face Muller. Who didn't answer Mac's question. “What do you think of this Gunter?”

Asked Muller still ignoring Mac. “I think the locals used this place for a little bit of ethnic cleansing, then moved on.”

“Possible.”

Said Muller. Mac was now pissed “So what the fuck does this make you, some fucking sick demented tour guide?”

Muller calmly shot back, “They don't seem to be in my line of work do they?”

Gunter interjected, walking Muller away from Mac. Mac walked back through the door. Walking back with Denley. Who suddenly stopped. “What?”

Asked Mac

“I left that door open.”

“Okay so what? Somebody closed it.”

Denley shrugged “Ah whatever.”

They rounded the corner, -POP- a shot rang out and the round hit Mac in the arm. Denley shoved Mac to the ground. “CONTACT!”

Shouted Denley into the radio, raising his gun at the figure that stood at the end of the hall. Denley fired once, twice, three times at the man. Who was now walking towards them. Denley continued to fire until his rifle ran dry. At least thirteen rounds hit the man, who stumbled but didn't fall. He's got to be on something. Mac's automatic soon came to life to cover Denley who was loading. Suddenly the man disappeared, he had simply walked through a wall. No, no fucking way did I just see that. The rest of the squad arrived, looking for the attacker. “What the hell were you shooting at?”

Asked Gunter. Macarthur had begun to treat Mac's arm. And Mac answered. “The guy was right there.”

He pointed with his other arm. Gunter stared at the bullet riddled concrete wall. “Okay so where is the body?”

“What do you think I did this to myself?”

“No I'm simply asking where the shooter is. Judging by how many rounds you two fired there should be a bloody pulp on the ground over there. And I don't think he just vanished.”

Mac and Denley looked at each other. “Speaking of that he kind of did, straight through the fucking wall.”

Cou laughed. “you're so full of shit you could fill a pool.”

“Okay so I just shot myself, sure.”

Mac said with angry sarcasm. Macarthur had finished digging the round out. “It's an old 7.62 round. I'm guessing from a Mauser rifle.”

“Well whoopee fucking do, we got men using outdated rifles. Doesn't change the mission.”

Denley turned to Muller. “Well speaking of that why don't mister Muller here tell us what the fuck this place is?”

“That's none of your business you're getting paid, so watch how you speak to the man who's paying you!”

Denley suddenly lashed out and punched Muller in the mouth. Muller fell to the ground, shocked he looked up, and in his face was the barrel of Denley's automatic. “Now I'm going to ask you nicely, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“I'm only here to collect minerals from the surrounding area, I'm only an engineer.”

Denley's weapon didn't budge. “Why don't you can the shit? Before I put a bullet in your fucking knee!”

Muller turned to Gunter who just looked on. “Muller I'm going to count to five if you don't tell us what you are doing here there's going to be severe consequences.”

Denley pointed his weapon up at Muller's head. Suddenly the lights flickered off. “God damn it!”

Gunter flipped his flash light on. Muller was still on the floor but Denley was gone. Then the lights came back on. “Where is Denley?”

“I don't know, he was right there.”

Something lay on the ground. And Gunter put his foot over it. “Search the area outside and in, he couldn't have gone far. Move now!”

As everyone sprinted off Gunter moved his foot, bent down and grabbed Muller by his shirt and pulled him up. Bending back down to pick up the object. This was on the ground, and I don't find it just coincidence that we just ended up in a German bunker.”

Gunter held up the object which was an Iron Cross. “You led us here for something besides minerals. Now one of my men is missing, and I'm not happy about that, now tell me why we are here and what the hell you plan to do.”

Muller stared at the ground. “I'm an engineer.”

Gunter slammed him against the wall. “Bull shit! Listen to me you little fuck before I blow your brains out myself! What are you doing here! And what is this place!”

Muller stared at him then answered hesitantly. “It's a Nazi Bunker that hasn't been seen since late 1944.”

“Well that's a start, how about the rest?”

“I was sent here to recover secrete Nazi research.”
Gunter stared at him confused but not showing it.

“What kind of research?”

Muller sighed and then continued. “They were experimenting on how to make a soldier, the ultimate soldier. An unstoppable monster, one that no bullet could kill.”

Muller could tell that by the way Gunter looked at him was that he wasn't going to buy the facts. “You don't believe me do you? Well if you will follow me I'll prove my innocence.”

“You've got five minutes to gather your stuff; I'm pulling the plug right now! Start packing!”

Gunter had started to walk away, “We'll never make it through that tree line alive. The only way any of us are going to make it out alive is if you start listening.”

Gunter turned. “Fine you now have five minutes to convince me that your bull shit story about super Nazi's isn't actually bull shit.

 

Muller led Gunter to a file storage room and Muller began to go through the files. “Ah, this was what I was looking for.”

He pulled a yellowing paper out of a folder and began to read. “Research notes, October 1944, as the Russians close in we must work faster. Himmler has ordered it himself, we gave subject one a double dose of the injection, and placed him in isolation in the radiation therapy room. We will continue to monitor his status over night.

October 3 1944, subject one has become non responsive to orders issued, we sent the guard in to check on the subjects status, what occurred next must be the end result of our research. As the guard approached subject one sat up and with non human strength attacked the guard. Literally tearing the man's leg off. He continued even as the dieing man emptied 32 rounds of machine pistol into the subject's body and face. The research is a success, all though we have not figured out how to control the test subjects.

November 1944, the subjects are uncontrollable we have lost almost all of the research and military personnel due to the fury of the subjects. I fear I may not make it out alive, I have radioed Berlin for assistance, but I fear it will be too late.”

The rest was blank. Gunter stood speechless. His mind going a million different directions. Nazi's, a secrete lab, and Nazi super soldiers, he felt like he had walked into a science fiction movie gone wrong. “What the hell did they inject in those soldiers?”

Muller was looking at another file, he looked up briefly to answer. “I don't know, that's why I'm here, the company I work for wants to know.

“Why?”

Asked Gunter. “If the Germans actually succeeded their research could be worth billions, it may even mean we could put an end to war with this unstoppable army.”

Gunter couldn't believe what he was hearing. “You sick fuck, is this why you led us here, to find this ungodly wrong experiments results?”

“I have my own reason for volunteering to take this assignment. And it doesn't involve becoming rich. When the SS sent in their response team my great grandpa was among them. If this research was a success the men including my grandfather could possibly be still roaming the area. And I'm afraid that if they are, we may be doomed. These monsters were made with one purpose and one purpose only, to kill their enemies. According to this paper when the subjects were injected the result was so potent it killed them.”

“Wait stop the fucking bus, if the injection killed them then we're”

Muller finished Gunter's sentence. “Fighting ghosts, that's correct, that's why the bullets don't affect them. For years people have claimed that apparitions are nothing but ripples in electric magnetic fields.

“In plain English.”

“When we walked into the wood line we disturbed the fields causing the spirits to resurface.”

“So what you're saying is that a ghost took one of my men?”

Suddenly the radio crackled in Gunter's ear. “Gunter you need to see this.”

Gunter glared at Muller. “Roger we're heading up.”

 

Gunter and Muller emerged from the bunker to find the men staring out at a tree about hundred yards away. “What is it?”

Tucker handed Gunter the binoculars. Gunter ignored Tucker and walked toward the tree. The men silently followed. “Oh Christ.”

It was Denley, or had been Denley. He hung upside down stripped to the waist. His eyes had been gouged out and his tongue cut off. But the most disturbing characteristic was that he had “Gott Mit Uns” carved into his chest. “God with us.” Gunter whispered.