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About two hundred or more zombies surrounded the main laboratory building and were trying to push, claw, and beat their way inside. Meissner and Hoffman, two of Wolf Zagers' security men, were prone on the building’s rooftop, watching the ever-growing horde of flesh-eaters below. Both security men were armed with PSG-60 sniper rifles. Meissner used the scope on his weapon to get a closer view of the hungry mob surrounding them.
“We have enough ammo to clear it out down there,” Hoffman said, racking a round. “We can take them all out then get the hell outta here.”
“Maybe,” Meissner said as he watched a zombie with a big chunk taken out of its shoulder pounding furiously on the front door. A female stood next to it, entrails dragging the ground from a torn stomach, mindlessly clawing at the metal door frame. Her fingernails and fingers snapped off in the process. A chill went down the German’s spine. “Wolf says we wait until the doktors are ready.”
“What? Ready to be eaten? We need to go now!” Hoffman put his rifle to his shoulder. “More of those damn things show up, and we’ll be lunch.”
“Wolf says they are working on some kind of vaccine for the infection.” Meissner yawned. “Once they are done, then we can leave. Hopefully, the American team will be here by then.”
“That’s rich.”
“What is?” Meissner looked over at the other sniper.
“Germans waiting for Americans to rescue them.” Hoffman chuckled.
“Ja.” Meissner slapped him on the back. “How about this? Americans rescuing Germans on a French-owned island.”
“First time for everything I guess.”
“Ja, I’m getting bored up here.” Meissner set his crosshairs on a huge black man gnawing on what appeared to be a severed leg. “Wouldn’t mind taking out a few of them damned creatures. Makes me sick just watching them.”
***
Wolf Zagers scratched his beard as he watched Doctor Orlac and his staff scurrying about, trying to finish up the vaccine. The pounding, scratching, and horrible moans from outside the building were starting to get to him. The security chief could sense the huge metal doors start to weaken behind the pressure of the mass of bodies trying to get inside. The few windows they had boarded up were slowly starting to give way to the grabbing and pulling dead hands.
Zagers walked over to Orlac, who was peering through a microscope, and leaned over his shoulder. He had no idea what the doctor was doing, but it had to be important. This whole operation was important. Wolf had been in Berlin when the undead outbreak reached his country. He was a captain in an armored division. Wolf's Leopard M2A5 tank had saved his life from a horde of thousands of the undead. He never wanted to be in that position again.
"How goes it, herr Doktor?"
"Getting there, Wolf, getting there," Orlac said without looking up.
"Good. This building won't hold up forever."
"Twenty minutes," the doctor said, pulling a slide from under the scope. "Give me twenty more minutes."
"I'll see what I can do to buy us more time." Zagers unclipped the radio from his belt and clicked it on. "Meissner, go ahead and thin the herd."
"You sure, Wolf?" Meissner’s voice crackled through the small speaker. "Our shots will draw more of these fucking things."
"Chance we have to take, Meissner."
"Got it, Wolf." No sooner had Wolf replaced the radio on his belt than the report of two sniper rifles could be heard outside. Wolf smiled to himself. Meissner and Hoffman would buy them some more time. Both ex-paratroopers were decent enough marksmen that they would not waste too much ammo.
"Wolf?" Danzig stepped into the room in a hurry. Zagers noticed the smaller security officer had his big Glock drawn.
"It's okay, Danzig. Meissner’s just clearing us a path. Keep your eye on the windows. Hopefully we will be leaving soon." Relieved, Danzig nodded and backed out of the room. Wolf hoped and prayed the rescue team would
About two hundred or more zombies surrounded the main laboratory building and were trying to push, claw, and beat their way inside. Meissner and Hoffman, two of Wolf Zagers' security men, were prone on the building’s rooftop, watching the ever-growing horde of flesh-eaters below. Both security men were armed with PSG-60 sniper rifles. Meissner used the scope on his weapon to get a closer view of the hungry mob surrounding them.
“We have enough ammo to clear it out down there,” Hoffman said, racking a round. “We can take them all out then get the hell outta here.”
“Maybe,” Meissner said as he watched a zombie with a big chunk taken out of its shoulder pounding furiously on the front door. A female stood next to it, entrails dragging the ground from a torn stomach, mindlessly clawing at the metal door frame. Her fingernails and fingers snapped off in the process. A chill went down the German’s spine. “Wolf says we wait until the doktors are ready.”
“What? Ready to be eaten? We need to go now!” Hoffman put his rifle to his shoulder. “More of those damn things show up, and we’ll be lunch.”
“Wolf says they are working on some kind of vaccine for the infection.” Meissner yawned. “Once they are done, then we can leave. Hopefully, the American team will be here by then.”
“That’s rich.”
“What is?” Meissner looked over at the other sniper.
“Germans waiting for Americans to rescue them.” Hoffman chuckled.
“Ja.” Meissner slapped him on the back. “How about this? Americans rescuing Germans on a French-owned island.”
“First time for everything I guess.”
“Ja, I’m getting bored up here.” Meissner set his crosshairs on a huge black man gnawing on what appeared to be a severed leg. “Wouldn’t mind taking out a few of them damned creatures. Makes me sick just watching them.”
***
Wolf Zagers scratched his beard as he watched Doctor Orlac and his staff scurrying about, trying to finish up the vaccine. The pounding, scratching, and horrible moans from outside the building were starting to get to him. The security chief could sense the huge metal doors start to weaken behind the pressure of the mass of bodies trying to get inside. The few windows they had boarded up were slowly starting to give way to the grabbing and pulling dead hands.
Zagers walked over to Orlac, who was peering through a microscope, and leaned over his shoulder. He had no idea what the doctor was doing, but it had to be important. This whole operation was important. Wolf had been in Berlin when the undead outbreak reached his country. He was a captain in an armored division. Wolf's Leopard M2A5 tank had saved his life from a horde of thousands of the undead. He never wanted to be in that position again.
"How goes it, herr Doktor?"
"Getting there, Wolf, getting there," Orlac said without looking up.
"Good. This building won't hold up forever."
"Twenty minutes," the doctor said, pulling a slide from under the scope. "Give me twenty more minutes."
"I'll see what I can do to buy us more time." Zagers unclipped the radio from his belt and clicked it on. "Meissner, go ahead and thin the herd."
"You sure, Wolf?" Meissner’s voice crackled through the small speaker. "Our shots will draw more of these fucking things."
"Chance we have to take, Meissner."
"Got it, Wolf." No sooner had Wolf replaced the radio on his belt than the report of two sniper rifles could be heard outside. Wolf smiled to himself. Meissner and Hoffman would buy them some more time. Both ex-paratroopers were decent enough marksmen that they would not waste too much ammo.
"Wolf?" Danzig stepped into the room in a hurry. Zagers noticed the smaller security officer had his big Glock drawn.
"It's okay, Danzig. Meissner’s just clearing us a path. Keep your eye on the windows. Hopefully we will be leaving soon." Relieved, Danzig nodded and backed out of the room. Wolf hoped and prayed the rescue team would
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