Somewhere on the russian front , Russians and Germans fight together against the plague , but will they be able to put their differences behind them.

On the run...

Thump , thump , thump was all he could hear. His legs slamming onto the floor with so much force he almost lost balance , going so fast he barely knew what he was doing. He was running , running along a road , it was foggy , hard to see. The sharp thorns slashed at him as he barrelled through a bush , but everything he did couldn't shake them , his legs were tiring , they felt like they might fall off. He heard the brushing of leaves , they were still on his trail. He darted across another grassy field and onto another road. He ran into a crater , couldn't see it he was so shaken , his arms flailed as he fell onto the dusty ground , his gun skittered away somewhere , dust in his eyes. He scrabbled to get up , his legs kicking up dust as the gentle breeze pulled at his clothes.

Thump , thump , thump was the only noise he made as he ran yet again , something inside was driving him , driving him to run , hide , escape. Anything but that , anything but what happened to the other two. Now he was all alone , running anywhere , the enemy could be all around , the enemy were after him. At least it looked like the enemy , except they didn't behave like soldiers , they behaved more like animals. He carried on running , he had to , anything but that... But how could they keep up , he quickly looked behind , a jumble of blurry figures staggered after him , out of control but in an almost perfect straight line. He had to loose them , he just had to , he careered off into a bush , trying best he could to fight the marauding bushes. He barrelled through again and onto soft grassy land. Suddenly he rushed off to the side and doubled back on him self through the deadly bushes once more. This time he went the other way , his eyes scanned around , a fence ! That's were he had to get to , he had to get over it , get to safety. He couldn't hear the breathless groaning or thumping of feat so loudly now. Had his tactic worked , or were they slowing down. Not far to the fence , not far now. His chest ached with pain as he hit it full thrust and used his momentum to propel himself over it. He landed hard , on a bunch of stones , but he couldn't think about that now. He leapt up and staggered breathlessly over to a German truck. It had lost a tire and it's front had dug it's self into the ground. He looked behind him , two figures clumsily ran into the fence , he had a little bit of time to search for something , a weapon , anything. He dived into the cab , his hands searched the floor , a gun! It felt like a Luger , he checked the clip .. empty! He quickly got out and ran to check the back. A wooden box of Steilhandgranate had been tossed around by the looks of it. He grabbed one and shoved it into his pocket best he could as he ran for it once more. Something told him that the fence wouldn't hold them things for long.

His heart and lungs were drained , even after a short breath , he couldn't keep going like this , but somehow they could. He needed to get to safety and soon. He thought about using the grenade , but should he risk it , once it's gone it's gone. He couldn't think straight , hew found his arms were flailing madly to try and keep the momentum up! He darted down the bank as he was once again in a field. He was surrounded by tall grass , about waist head , it grouped together in clumps and made it harder and harder to run. He saw a Russian T-26 tank , it was black and smouldering , it small hole in it's hull and it seemed as if it's turret had blown open , a black form lay on top of the tank. It seemed to move , just the tiniest bit , but it was his mind playing tricks on him. He carried on , brushing through the tall sharp spines of grass , he couldn't go on much longer , he had to rest soon! His hand caressed the head of the stick grenade , should he throw it ? What if he got into a sticky situation and needed it! He pressed on , almost at a stagger , sort of hobble , he kept up his speed but he felt like he'd fall at any moment.

The bank of the road wasn't far off , he scrabbled up it. On the other side of the road was a small group of Russians. His heart screamed for air , and now it beat even faster , this wasn't what he wanted , to get shot.

" HELP ! Please god help ! " he yelled as loud as he could , he couldn't slow down as he came down the bank. He slammed into a Russian who had his gun pointed at him. They both collapsed on the floor with a grunt.

" Get up now ! " one of the Russians yelled as she nudged the German with the butt of the rifle. But it was hopeless , he couldn't understand them and neither could they he. The German pointed frantically over the bank.

" Look ! look , shoot it ! " he screamed. Two of the Russians turned although it was against their judgement. A shape loomed over them on the road , silhouetted against the sun. It's face was pale , it's mouth bloodied and it's neck looked ravaged. The German grabbed the rifle off the Russian on the grounded , the Russians hands still clamped do it. The German aimed best he could and fired , again and again. The bullets hit it in the chest , it started to growl and began to run toward the woman. A final shot hit it in the head , blood splattered on the ground as it careered down the hill. It landed head first on the grounded. The Russian and the German fought on the ground , until Russian smacked the German in the face with a pistol and he blacked out.

Another figure came over the hill , silhouetted as well. The woman raised her gun , and fired. The bullet sunk into the figures brain and it fell over with a thump. A plume of dust rose and swirled around. The body on the road wore a German uniform , all tatty and dirty. The body in the grass wore a Russian uniform , equally as dirty.

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