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Shi No Numa

"A swamp. A murky swamp. A murky, dark swamp. Great," said Ko'skarr in a sarcastic tone as they entered the Swamp of Death. And he was right. It was your typical, creepy swamp; murky water, mist drifting lazily above the surface and mangrove trees, with their roots growing into the swamp water below. Fireflies danced in groups around them, adding some small beauty to this dark, dank place.

"I just hope the swamp water doesn't get into my circuits," said Clanker, his technological form looking rather out of place in the natural surroundings they were entering. Then again, they all were.

"Clanker, we are being attacked by the most evil group of humans that ever existed, who are also manifestations of creatures that aren't even meant to exist and you're worried about a little water?" Dan asked rhetorically, his M1 Garand swung over his shoulder, as his eyes traveled over the swamp.

"Seems rather insignificant when you say it like that," replied Clanker with a chuckle.

"You think there will be more of them here?" asked the Wolf, referring to the undead monsters that had been plaguing the airfield.

"There were quite a lot of them, so it's likely that whatever it is that's creating them will have spread around this area," stated their leader, in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. It made sense to think that, but if this... infection was spreading, how long would it be until the whole world was infected? Ko'skarr thought about this and shuddered. The thought of fighting millions, billions of those unfeeling things... was terrifying.

"Wooden living settlement located," Clanker pointed out. There was the place they had been heading for. A large, crudely built structure in the middle of the swamp. It looked empty enough, but you could never be too sure until you checked. That seemed to be what Dan thought, as he un-shouldered his semi-automatic rifle and checked the firing chamber.

"Alright, we move with weapons out and fully loaded. If we find anything living, attempt to communicate. If we find zombies, regroup at the ground floor and engage them immediately. Cover all exits and breach points. If we find anything that will get us back to the girls"- Ko'skarr felt a pang for his mate- "We all go and investigate. Wolf, you and me will look in the main structure. Ko'skarr, Clanker you check out the surrounding area. Go!" he barked out the last order with meaning.

Ko'skarr felt their scents drift away, as he locked and loaded his Thompson and lead Clanker off through the swamp. The Alien's sense of smell was far beyond that of humans and he could smell out the zombies easily. They had a very distinctive smell, what he started calling 'scentless stink.' While they had the scent of decay about them, there was no other smells that emanated from them, no sweat, no blood. Nothing a living being would give off.

He could also use his mind to find them. While they, essentially, were emotionless he could sense one of the few things they did have that connected them to life: hunger. A ravenous, deep, never-ending hunger. The thing that drove them to keep going, until their brains were stopped. It made Ko'skarr pity them a little, as both he and the Cylon vaulted a fence and passed a Fishing Hut.

A few more of these smaller buildings were scattered around the area: the Doctor's Quarters, a Storage Hut, which they hoped would contain ammunition or at least guns and the corresponding munitions. They passed these by. The only one they stopped to check was the Comm Room, by Clanker's request.

They walked up to the door and Ko'skarr told the robot to wait. He went up to the door and knocked loudly, though this wasn't out of manners; Dan had told him about this little trick, that zombies reacted to noise and knocking before entering an unexplored room was a good way to see if there was one locked in there, so you weren't surprised and perhaps bitten. They waited a while, but there was nothing and Ko'skarr couldn't smell anything, so he nodded and Clanker kicked it open.

"What do you want to check this place for? I don't think it'll be a good idea to call in more potential zombie victims," he warned him as they entered. Even if they did get a call out, he was pretty sure that A. They wouldn't believe them and B. He would end up on a dissection table.

"I merely detected some odd energy readings from this area and wished to investigate," Clanker told him. Ko'skarr shrugged and followed him in. It was just the kind of thing you'd expect in a communications base, filled with radios and phones. There was also something else in here. There was a faint whiff of something electrical in the air, not any kind of electricity he'd ever smelt. He watched Clanker pass by a drinks vendor in doorway to the back of-

Wait, drinks vendor? He looked at the strange device in view of the doorway and it was unmistakeably a drinks vendor. Did this time even have those? It was dispensing something called 'Speed Cola.' Wasn't 'speed' an illegal Earth drug? Did Cola now contain that as well as cocaine? He was about to try and sample it, when Clanker called him through. He went through and joined the Cylon. He had pulled back a section of wall and found something, that definitely shouldn't be here.

"Is that what I think it is?" he asked in utter disbelief, both of his mouths hanging open.

"It is. Very crude and probably barely functional, but it is," he responded, with equal disbelief in his voice. It was a teleporter. Something that shouldn't be invented in Earth history at this period. Clanker moved up to the console, checking the settings.

"Pre-set coordinates I can't reset and a thirty minuite recharge due to recent use but, essentially, an escape route," he informed after his analysis. He was about to investigate further, when the phone rang.

Cautiously, Ko'skarr left and moved towards the phone. Deciding against better judgment, he picked up the receiver, thinking he could use his screeching and hissing to imitate static, when a voice whispered from the other end

"I know when you're sleeping." Then there was nothing... until the music started.

The Wolf's muscles and nerves were once again tense. The previous encounter with the undead horrors had been close, they had almost been killed. To go against them again had really put his nerves on edge and he was hoping even more they'd get back home in one piece.

They had entered the building through the ground floor and were now doing a careful sweep of the area. It was devoid of life, things upended, the occasional pathces of blood staining the floors or the walls. The Wolf looked at his leader, considering asking him something that had been bugging him for a while. Then, he spoke up.

"Dan, I need to know something," he spoke to him. Dan stopped and turned to look at him. "Before, at the base, I saw you looking at those zombies with something I've never seen. How do you feel towards them?"

Dan looked at him, took a deep breath and spoke; "Do you know who the Nazis are, Wolf?" he asked in a low voice.

"No, I don't know much about them. Why?" the Wolf responded.

"Well, their leader, Adolf Hitler, was a man with power and a vision. To propagate the Master Race, the Aryans, his people. He also had a hatred of the religious group, the Jews." His voice was beginning to rise as he went on. "When he took over countries, he also built camps. Labor camps he called them. He and his Nazi troops, they gathered up everyone they considered inferior, Jews, homosexuals, special needs people. He shipped them off to these camps." When he looked in the Wolf's eyes, the fire was returning to them.

"And do you know what they did? They killed them. Exterminated them. Gassed them, shot them, experimented on them. And I HATE THEM FOR IT!" he yelled out and kicked a bit of wood. There was real anger in his voice now, burning like a forest fire.

"I've always thought that zombies were creatures to pity, as well as kill. I like to think we release them from their living deaths, so they can be at peace. But those were Nazis and I don't pity them. I hate them. Now when I kill these ones, they're going back to hell," his voice was lowering again as he looked back at the Wolf. "And this time, they're going to stay there." He finished and when he next spoke, his voice was regretful.

"You must think I'm a monster, to think that," he muttered, but the Yautja shook his head.

"No," he told him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I understand." He didn't know hat else to say... until the music started.

It was a creepy, slow build up, until it sped up and a woman began to sing:

All my life I've been debating
 All the crows, they sit there waiting
 Wondering what I'm going to eat
 Until I have it,
 I can't sleep.
 I see you lying on the floor,
 Your heart's not beating any more.
 My lust for you just can not wait.
 Your skin, it tastes like chocolate.

Staring blankly at the sun.
 Waiting for my time to come.
 Your happy life, it makes me sick,
 All the screaming sounds like music...
 Losing all my holy dreams, some one tell me what they mean.
 There's a iron smell of blood in the air, but I can't find it anywhere...

I've been waiting for someone to find me and become apart of me...
 (Become apart of me)
 I've been waiting for you to come here and kill me and set me free...
 (Someone to set me free)
 I've been waiting for...

Blood's flavor is so metallic, it's smell makes me go frenetic...
 Textures that I find in you is a thick viscous glue...
 Like, some nights I become so keen, with all I touch and all I see...
 There's a iron smell of blood in the air, and now I see it everywhere...

I've been waiting for someone to find me and become apart of me...
 (Become apart of me)
I've been waiting for you to come here and kill me and set me free...
 (Someone to set me free)
 I've been waiting for the one.

I've been waiting for someone to find me and become apart of me...
 I've been waiting for you to come here and kill me and set me free...
 Oh... I've been waiting for the one.

I've been waiting for the one...
 I've been waiting for someone...
 I've been waiting for you to come here and kill me...
 I've been waiting for...

I've been waiting for someone to find me and become...
 apart of me...
 Oh... I've been waiting for you... to come here... and kill me...
 and set me free... I've been waiting for...

You... I've been waiting for you to come here and kill me... I've been waiting for...

As the music finished playing, they heard a familiar growling and moaning drifting on the air towards them. The Wolf and Dan looked at each other, nodded and raised their weapons. They both knew, this was going to be a long fight.

Hope that was entertaining for you all. FIGHT TIME NEXT TIME! R&R or I'll set my Hellhound Sniffles on you!