I wanted to write a story where the guys didn't die in the tank because I love these characters. Hope you enjoy. I don't own anything I don't own.
Norman hurried through the trees to watch the road for any of the Nazis. It was a struggle to hold his gun along with his food and canteen. When he finally plopped down on the ground he was glad to set the gun on the grass next to him for a moment. At the moment the road was clear.
The water from the canteen felt so good trickling down his parched throat, and before he knew it the canteen was empty. None of them had been keeping track of how much they were putting in their bodies. If they had a free moment it was rare, and they were always feeling paranoid. Norman was starting to get used to it. The fresh air felt strange to him and he kept thinking about how the grass felt different from his seat in Fury.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of singing and the marching of several people. As he gazed down the road he saw a number of Germans approaching with a vehicle behind them. Each one was armed and they moved in an eerie unison. They were marching right toward the members of his crew.
He stood up to run back to Fury, disregarding the box of food and the canteen, but he wasn't quick enough. Before he knew what was happening a bullet pierced his thigh and he was back on the ground again, eating dirt. The approaching Nazis had spotted him and now a group of four was on their way over. He dug his fingers into the ground and attempted to pull himself forward.
"Sergeant!"
Back at the tank, Gordo and Grady worked on repairing the tread to get Fury up and running again. Wardaddy sat on top observing the area, worrying about Norman. The kid hadn't been spoiled yet like most of the soldiers he knew. When the war ended Norman could still go home and lead a normal life. But it wouldn't be the same for the rest of them; they weren't the same men that had entered the tank the first time.
When the gunshot went off everyone froze and all eyes gazed toward the trees. There was a moment of silence, then a cry from Norman.
"Everyone get your guns, move it!" barked Don, sliding off the tank. The other three men armed themselves and the group jogged in the direction of the trees. On the inside Don began to feel fear, each step escalating his anxiety about what he was going to find.
The Nazis came through the trees before they could even reach Norman's post, and suddenly there were several guns pointed at the four of them. They kept their weapons up but neither side was firing.
"Legen Sie Ihre Waffen!" shouted one of the soldiers. The Fury crew looked to Wardaddy for a translation.
"He wants us to put down our guns."
"Like hell! Hey fuck you man!" Grady's words seemed to translate because they heard the click of each gun loading.
"Gentlemen, I do think you should comply." The statement came from a German officer, a blonde-haired prick with an assortment of fancy metals and buttons. What caught the Americans' eyes was the sight of who was with the officer, Norman. There was a bullet in his thigh but it seemed to have missed a major artery.
"You let him go you cocksucker!" Bible commanded, aiming his gun at the officer. In response the officer took his pistol and pressed it into the side of Norman's head. They could see Norman was trying not to look pitiful, but with the pain in his leg and the gun against his temple it was clear how frightened he was.
"Or I could shoot the boy right now, and kill you all anyway. Now put the guns down, or he dies." Bible was the first to comply without hesitation, setting his weapon on the ground.
"Do it," Wardaddy instructed. He and Gordo reluctantly obeyed the officer as well, but Grady didn't waver.
"I like you kid, I really do," he stated, "but I'm not going to one of those camps. No way in hell."
"Grady, just put it down."
"Fuck that!" He glared over at Don. "If it wasn't the kid you'd still be holding that gun. I am not going like that."
"I need you to trust me. It's going to be okay." Grady's arm began to shake and finally he chucked his gun into the trees.
"Shit." A twisted smirk came from the officer and he shoved Norman onto the gravel, still pointing the gun at him.
"Take them all."
Most of the story will take place in a prisoner camp, I'll try to update soon. Thanks for reading!