Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Call of Duty: World At War, but I do own the stuff that I made up (characters, story line, etc.)
Survival….
As we found our pistols and rifles, we heard a moan that turns our blood cold. We quickly looked out the destroyed, boarded up window of the ruined three-story building. The date was August 17, 1947. We were a military troop that had retreated from horrible, decaying, undead monsters. As the first monster came out of the unnatural mist, we saw it was wearing a ruined German uniform, and its face was decaying a little bit each moment. I raised my rifle, aiming for its head, and shot. The bullet hit the monster in its right eye and the monster dropped like a fly. My three friends had done the same and we thought we were safe, but we saw even more outlines in the mist and we realized that we had a long way to go until we were safe…