Prolong 3/4
A grim situation
February 3rd 1943
"Ivan's firefight is still echoing strongly across the field… but at a much lower rate. It started to slow down as nightfall dragged on. There is something going on over there. I can feel it in my blood! My heart and my body telling me to prepare, my instincts raising alarms sounding of like the Stuka's dive, that something terrible is approaching us. I can see it in everyone, they are on edge. None of us had any sleep. I can still hear their howls, unnatural they sound because I remember what a wolfs howl is! I heard them at night, so many called out as if they founded their wounded prey. It kept most of us awake, robbing us our time to rest and mentally prepare. Even now we prepare and eat what we have left. Considering now the Ivan went quiet, it's unnerving that's what got to him, this is our last stand and whatever is out there they will taste Germany's finest.
This place is nothing we have seen in our campaign, most of us are superstitious right now as in how the moon ended up as it is. And the ruined city far beyond the Reds fortifications is something we must seek and scout out. Most of them are very tall yet there might be a building that is tall and stable enough to set up a .b2 transmitter and receiver. I have volunteered to venture out and do this mission. For the pride of the Fatherland and the lives of the men gathered here. Otto, Gunther, Detlef and Fritz are to be apart of this mission as they have volunteered.
I still feel tired. Slightly hungry and recovering from that assault Ivan pulled yesterday but in times of war, we need to push on. Maybe today might be my last. This is Jurgen Weiss of the second Waffen Schutzstaffel of the Das Reich division combat pioneer."
Taking his spectacles off, folding them neatly into his case. His blue lifeless eyes staring up at the four men standing close together.
A young man standing at five feet two inches looked down at him with a weary smile. "You know. No one is going to find that journal where we are now right. You always keep it on you at all times, I bet that the reds will burn it when they see it." Said Fritz, his dirty blonde hair a mess, the dull look in his blue eyes looking down at him. Holding his out stretched hand towards Jurgen.
Letting out a soft chuckle, he grasped the offered hand, allowing to be pulled up."this is actually a new one. I have three more just laying in my bag." He looked around taking in who was around him before being confused. "Now where is that Radio?" He asked looking around the table.
The mentioned radio clattered on the table unceremoniously. Jumping he reached out to grab it protectively, his eyes trained onto the assailant. "Dummkopf this is sensitive equipment!" He yelled at Gunther who was Carrying the battery pack.
Gunther gave a shrug of his shoulders and pointed to the officer. Looking up on the second floor he was in the same spot but with two mg42's next to him.
taking the radio pack strapping it on, getting a familiar feel that was lost before operation Barbarossa. Walking up the creaking wood seeing the Officer there looking towards the horizon. "What is it herr kommandant" he spoke stopping next to him looking out to see the ruined city.
The Officer did not spoke immediately just looking at the infernal red flag across from them. Turning his sights away to glance at Jurgen, but kept a straight face as he look back towards that opposing red mark. "Jurgen you have shown loyalty that I have not seen very much this past year. When we found what was left of your Das Riech... I was skeptical to bring you along with us to Stalingrad. And yet, here we are holding off the reds!. For our men to get out of this shit hole." He took a deep sigh as he reached up grabbing his Iron cross with oak leaves from his uniform. Slow was his pace up towards the wall. Placing his iron cross on the map. With swift and fluently where his movements that his iron blade cut through the ribbon embedding deep in paper and wood. His voice now sounded more wherry and tired. "I want you to succeed in this effort and get that Radio up and running. You will head north and swing around to the west. I want you too make haste and swiftly to that tower. We will hold here and I'll have someone here on the radio." He Spoke as they made there way downstairs and towards the central of the Cathedral.
A loud cry came from the east as a grenadier from the second level leaned over. "Russians heading our way!" He Yelled out. The church bursted into a frenzy as men where scrambling into defensive positions. troops taking arms and munitions to face there enemy to the east. With his Russian machine pistol, Jurgen took his position next to the Officer.
Out in the field, there where only twenty soviets running out of the city towards there lines. It befuddled Jurgen to no end. He saw the last two came out in the rear, turning around or blind firing off behind them. What they where shooting soon came forth out of the city's limit. It sent fear through the ranks as howls bellowed out. Beasts black as the night, their eyes glowing a hellish red. White plates protruding from there black hides as pikes or armour. They've poured out of that city like the plague as they Ravaged all life around them. Gaining ground on the retreating forms of the soviet troops. Two of these abominations pounced pinning their prey beneath themselves. Jurgen could hear the desperation coming from them, he watched them get ripped apart feverishly. Faintly He could hear their screams escaping from the mauling. Fear gripped at his hands and heart, witnessing such brutality? It wasn't until those red eyes locked with his.
Clenching his teeth tightly, he shook his head banishing his doubts. Raising his PPSH-41 with resolute strength overcoming what those demons were putting on him. "what are you waiting for? Shoot dam it! shoot!." The Officer yelled. A hail of led flew over the Russian's head, metal bit into the wolves hot lead sinking through the black hide. Most of the rounds made there marks against the abominations. But they did not register or they just simply ignored the impacts from the rounds. A few hundred rounds from the volley simply ricocheted off there white masks or plates. A howl pieced throughout the air, much louder over the pained roars and the cracks of our rifles. Jurgen look beyond, over the pack, his breathing hitched at the sight of what beheld in front of him. There standing on the rooftop of Ivan's strong hold, was the massive creature that held its stance in a low crouched position on the roof. Slowly the white wolf changed it's stance from crouching, to stand on its hind legs. The size difference was massive at this range it was taller... no. It completely dwarfed its kin!. A torn soviet banner was caught within its massive left paw, it fluttered around it's claws like a fish caught in a net. It's massive frame shook as if it had excess water, the red banner freed from its previous captivity. Lowering down once again it leapt forth, the sheer height and force left behind. Landing in front of its pack, taking the lead for what it assumed to be an easy win.
The retreating soviets still ran at desperate speed until a rifleman tripped over one of the many corpses. He hit the ground hard enough to lose rifle, it clattered and bounced farther away from his grasp. Desperation was written on his features, the alpha took this opening, jumping on him pinning him with it's weight. Raising its massive maw, it came swiftly down biting deeply into him silencing his cries from such a force, tearing out his flesh. Biting down once again tossing his corpse towards its pack. It was immediately sought after by its kin, the sight of such raw and powerful display, was a mix of fascination and fear through Jurgen. Its kin tore into the corpse eating it for all its worth. The sound of flesh tearing off his body and bone snapping, it was a sound that came close too nothing to what he ever heard, nothing close to what the war wrought upon him, sending a shiver down his core.
One of them stopped in his tracks turning around, screaming in his native language raising his PPSH towards the alpha, with the gun rattling lose lead towards the alpha. Bullets harmlessly bounced off its plate, it closed the gap between them. Without warning he was tackled from the side. It's smaller kin holding him down with it's maw biting deeply into his flesh. thrashing his body like a doll in an infants care.
"Jurgen go now! Head out the back and swing around wide towards the east and get to that tower!" Yelled the Officer pushing him away running up to the second level.
"Otto, Gunther, Detlf and Fritz lets go now, now!" Jurgen ran out the back with his PPSH-41 grasped tightly in his right hand. A belt of 5 full clips 2 round drum magazines with two model 24 grenades and one field medical pack. The radio bouncing gently on his back. Running across the soft melted covered field. Otto coming up behind him carrying his Geweher 41 scoped two Panzerknakers strapped on his belt, his uniform torn along his right arm, along with his worn boots. His smile ever present running across the slushy ground. Fritz with the battery pack on him, his a scoped Kar98K grasped tightly in his right hand running low and fast. The long grey coat flowing behind him. Steel Blue eyes watching out for the creatures.
Detlef an MG34 strapped on his heavyweight build. Uniform ill kept from the winter days, faded to a dull grey. Wet snow splashing with his lead footing, his field cap slightly covering his sight. The belts wrapped around his broad shoulders and chest and carrying a box of 9mm munitions at his side. Gunther taking the left his Machine pistol 40 in hand. Two model MK24 grenades on his belt. His uniform can no longer hold the pride of Germany, torn beyond recognition sleeves gone, torso barley holding on. The five running swiftly across wet covered grounds making process to there objective.
Reaching the ruined city once again. The familiar grounds came to them in a disturbing fashion. Slowing down there pace to a crawl, weapons drawn and raised. Unfolded the map and a compass in hand, Jurgen ran his finger along the city of Stalingrad. "This map won't do there is no tower on here. But if we take the road towards the left we might make a right afterwards." He spoke low loud enough for the others to hear. The compass pointing to the northeast. "If anyone has a better plan I suggest you speak up now."
"We should head down there and avoid the streets." Otto pointed at the map running a line across the ruined complex. "We should avoid open grounds from now on. Those abominations of wolves would rip us apart if they catch wind of us in the open." He spoke holding his rifle. The distant cracks of gunfire echoed throughout the city.
Standing tall folding the map back into his pocket. The ruined walls that lined the once great city. It was an unpleasant reminder of what happened through the year. The smell of charcoal, spent powder and the smell of stale blood in the air. The sound deathly silent nothing but the remnants of a long war past from here. Stone, wood, wet snow crunching under there boots there breaths slow and steady.
The familiar stone works and shattered glass that lay the cratered filled cobbled stone streets disappeared. Unfamiliar works now lined in paved streets, concrete buildings reaching tall into the sky and there the large structure stood. The Five men walked up towards double doors as a lock stand in the way, hitting the rusted locks to pry open the steel gate the building itself was the size of a underground facility. Breaking the lock open they took no time to enter, with weapons raised the interior was vast.
"Have you ever seen a building this large before?" asked Gunther looking around with awe. Multiple floors holding vast stores, looking similar towards a engineering bay.
"Nee I have never seen anything like it." Otto whispered, rifle held tightly scanning closely to the shadows.
"Otto what do you see?" Asked Jurgen doing the same scanning there surroundings. His eyes ever vigilant towards the shadows.
"I feel like we are being watched." He said taking slow steps to the stairs. Following his lead the others closed ranks keeping there backs to another. "We need to go now." He spoke silently holding his machine pistol tighter.
"I'm with Otto. The hair on the back of my neck is standing." Detlefs deep voice resonated in the dark empty halls. The silence was unnerving to them. Never had they experience a place so silent, dead and empty. Debris and rocks grinned or skittered under the heels of there steady pace.
"Wait I see something in here!" Called Gunther breaking off from the group. Running into a run down store.
"Gunther! No!" Yelled Jurgen grabbing his sub machine gun. He swiftly followed behind him. Gunther ever carefully removing rubble, wood and glass as he took hold of a black box. On the side was written Emerald trinkets. Opening the box was just small trinkets and a pocket watch with a small melody box. With careful hands Gunther handed over the two objects. "Here sir you have pockets and hold on to them for me." He spoke standing up with his machine pistol tightly grasped.
"Gunther don't run off we need to go now!" Grabbing his shoulder dragging him off. "Let's get out of here. We have spent enough time already." Jurgen swiftly taking lead. Holding the PPSH 41 in hand. Not even a few steps he turned back too see if Gunther was still with them, he froze at the sight of a woman at the far end of the mall. There was something wrong with her, the way she stood there, the clothing of how it soaked in the light or her pale deathly white skin but no it was her eyes blood red like the abominations out there. "Sir?" Shaking out of his stupor to look at Otto then back across to see she wasn't there anymore. "It's Nothing just the silence getting to me" he spoke out. They traveled down the escalator getting back on track but at how Jurgen was spooked, all five of them watched the shadows taking there conners slow and steady. Time was the enemy and they know what is at stake.
"There the exit" pointed Otto. The team moved swiftly across the desolate mall the clacking of there boots on the cracked marble floor. Opening the doors taking too the streets to see the tower just 5 kilometres out.
"We don't have time to take this slow. We need to hurry." Called out Detlef taking the lead mp40 in hand. The others followed him closely taking up ranks to cover there approach across open grounds.
The risk was high but they knew what was at stake. Quite was what could've been described if it wasn't the sound of stone skittering on the concrete streets. Swiftly with caution, the five made progress through the ruined city. Step by step the tower was closing in but it was not fast enough for Otto. "We need to hurry we don't know how long they can hold those abominations off for." He called sprinting faster ahead of Detlef.
"Otto get back here and stay with the team." Called Jurgen chasing after Otto the others following suit. "Stay with the team Otto. I know what is at stake here... we all do but we can't help them if we are dead." He grasped his shoulder, stopping out in the open crossroad street. He looked ahead to see the tower just a few minutes away he smiled at the sight. Feeling prideful that there objective is not too far "we are almost there comrade and once we get out of here, the beer is on me." He smiled taking the lead once again.
His smiled disappeared at the sight of a Siberian bear. But there was something wrong its fur. Black as the deepest cave drinking the light, white plates protruding from its back and shoulders. The familiar white mask and hellish red eyes staring back at him.
"Run to that building!." Jurgen yelled the beast let out a feral roar echoing out into the desolate streets, it began to charging towards them. Running into a large skyscraper still standing high amongst this ruined city. The bear crashed into the entrance breaking the doors and wall. Derbies fell, pinning the beast, where it came through. "Shoot, Shoot dam it!." Yelled Jurgen, unloading lead into the massive bear. Cracks of rifles and clatters of Machine pistols soon followed, peppering the bear. bullets littered across its frame. Some ricocheted off its white plated mask.
"Detlef set up that machine gun! and poke him in the eyes." Called out Gunther taking his pocket artillery, tossing it at the large bear. Trying to claw its way out, the big mass of the bear struggled. Clattering wood and steel caught its attention, looking down. the explosives blasted near its maw tearing into its flesh. Roaring in pain as it then fiercely tried too swipe at the five men, but stopped as a shower of bullets bite, clawed or ripped open fresh wounds. Detlef, taking control over the situation, maned his machine gun, rounds peppered the face plate tearing its unprotected mat black fur and flesh. It thrashed and roared in pain, from the unrelenting force. Soon it stopped it's fight after the last bullet was out of the 34.
"Munitions count!" Called Detlef. Unlocking the empty cartridge out of his 34. Replacing his spent cartridge with a fresh magazine in his pouch. "Used up two clips..." Gunther called out. He looked back at his MP40 before removing the mag giving it a little shake. "I think I still have half of my clip. Jugging by how light it is. Still got three more and a potato masher." Gunther looked around at his squad mates. "I used up four strip clips on my Geweher 41. I still have twelve left." He looked up to the silent rifleman. "Fritz how about you?." Sounded Otto. The silent man shook his head before holding up three fingers, then four. He showed them as he was walking out from his cover. "Bastard just ate my two clips!. And one full round drum mag." Spat Jurgen. Gathering his spent magazines. Clipping them back into there respective pouches. "I just hope the men back at the Cathedral is faring better." Said Jurgen giving a sharp kick to the beasts head. He looked over to his men reloading there weapons.
"Lets go before more gets here. Now move!" Jurgen called out, heading towards the damaged door but stopped at the sight of the abomination degrading into a thin black smoke. "What in the Führer's name is going on in this world!." He yelled watching it dissipate into nothing. Then the worst came echoing forth in several feral howls. It reverberated in the large Foyer, chilling there blood just by the sound.
"There coming." Fritz horsed out.
"Go... go up the stairs. Now!" Yelled out Jurgen as they ran up the stairs. Getting to the second floor. Jurgen looked back to see more of those black wolves, running through the open gap, where the bear once laid. Gunfire clattered with every step they took, hoping too god that it would slow them down. It was a fruitless effort against their heavy plates as bullets kept ricocheting off there face or shoulders. Reaching the third floor, they took to the right. Too be back in the foyer. seeing the long walkway, quickly he motioned his men to cross it. Running across the walkway, one of those beasts, leapt from the ground floor. Grasping on clumsy as Jurgen passed. Regarding It's current situation, it swung it's massive claw over as Otto tried to doge on this narrow path.
It's claws found purchase as it dug across his abdomen. Cutting cleanly through his uniform and skin. A scream reached out of his throat. Lifting his G41. He began depressing the trigger as fast as it could allow. Bullets tore into its chest. With every crack of his rifle, the beast staggered with every impact, losing its grip with every penetration. It howled in pain, swiping again. It was not given the chance, as the swift buzz of a Russian sub machine gun. The sheer volume and rate of fire, disoriented the beast further. It soon lost it's footing, falling towards the ground floor. Jurgen quickly picked up Otto. The smell and feeling of blood, dripping off his wound. Helping him across the walkway. He looked ahead to see double doors open and inviting. helping Otto across, he made it there as Detlef and Gunther, closed the doors. Both of them started to push a machine in front of it. Trying to buy more time.
With a hard thump, the machine grinned on the ground. Doors opening slightly. "That's not going to hold them back." Spoke Gunther replacing an empty mag. "We need to hurry." Gunther grabbed Otto with Jurgen. Composting his weight, they began to drag him across the hallway. His pained grunts and groans sounded every few seconds. Fritz kicked a door open pointing to get in. Running in they started too barricade the door. Pushing dressers, lounge chairs and a desk. With there small job done. They retreated deeper into the cubicles.
"Put... put me down" Otto seethed out with pain. Holding his wound. "I can't go any farther. Just let me... rest for a few seconds." he wheezed out. "Gunther check his wound. Detlef, keep that machine gun trained on that door." He nodded setting up the bipod. Keeping his sights towards the clattering barricade.
"This isn't good Jurgen. The dam thing cut him cleanly through his skin. I can't stop the bleeding. I don't, have, the right equipment to help him. DAM IT." He yelled searching his person and the others. Suddenly the right wall started to cracked open. towards there left, two of those wolves ripped through. Charging head long into the cubicles. Jurgen and Gunther snapped their weapons, opening fire in hopes to kill the beats fast enough.
Fritz raised his bolt action rifle next to him, as a shot rang out. Jurgen being close to the loud crack. Deafeningly his hearing started to ring out in protest. He instinctively flinched, grimacing at his eardrums popping. He lost sight of his target from that distraction. The beast on the right fell forwards sliding across the floor.
Jurgen could barley hear the muffled buzz of the MG34 and the repeating cracks of the MP40 going off. He looked around, trying to find the others. A muffled scream could be heard as he looked behind him and the others where. screaming out firing. Then he saw it. It was Otto being dragged away. He screamed out, desperately holding onto anything he could grab. Holding onto a pillar he reached out his right hand to them. Sound came back to him in a less then muffled noise. "Don't. Let them take me! Don't. leave me." he cried out. The beats maw digging into his leg. It pulled and tug at him, trying to pry him away, from the others. His fighting will became a losing battle as his grip faded from him. Crying out, the wolf pulled him off. Beginning too drag him further away, away from him and his squad. Jurgen stood there watching it all happen.
He watched it dragged him away. Only too see it disappear beyond the broken wall as more rushed in. He could hear it. The sound of feared cries of agony and flesh torn apart. He looked over to his right, seeing a door. "We need to go. Now. Head towards that door over there Los Los!" He yelled out pushing Detlef and Gunther.
Smashing his shoulder first against the door, bashing them inwards. Rushing through they sharply turned right. Gunther running ahead, Fritz running beside Jurgen, he looked back to see Detlef lagging behind them. Fritz stopped to take a few pot shots at the charging wolves, not too far behind. Gunther turned around priming a model 24 in hand. Tossing the potato masher it clattered behind Detlef. "get up the stairs. Now!" the grenade blasted behind them. The floor shaking and crumbling beneath there feet. Gunther and Jurgen got to the stairs first. Turning around to see Fritz and Detlef struggling to keep up. With the floor crumbling beneath there feet as the floor caved in. Both of them where taken down a level. Disappearing through the thick dust and debris. Gunther grabbed Jurgen's shoulder as he waited to see if they made it or not. The wolves had started to claw there way up to them.
"The mission is over Jurgen." Gunther called out. "we need to get out of here, now!" As he started to pull Jurgen up to the fourth floor. Growls and scratching of claws, sounded behind them, there sub machine guns rattled back in defiance. Running through the halls, Jurgen reached for his last pocket artillery. Twisting the cap two times, he pulled the cord, tossing it behind them. Gunther took the lead, opening another door to reach the next level. They ran has hard and desperately through three more levels. Exiting out on the eighth floor, Jurgen was tackled through a wall from his left. The beast was clumsy as they crashed through the dry wall. With his PPSH held tightly, he let out a defiant roar shoving the barrel up into its chest. Still he let his defiance escaped his throat as the beast was gutted. Wounded and dying it collapsed on top of him. It's massive weight pinning him down. He could feel it crushing him, the way he felt his lungs burn and the bones pressing down. still the beast was far from deaths door, it was breathing slowly. Taking in breaths of what it could take. With his arms pinned, he could do nothing. Only the sounds of the horde running past him, completely unaware of his sent or presence.
Jurgen laid there for what felt like hours. His breathing was nothing short of a ragged wheeze or short breaths. He could feel the beast on top of him but it's weight began to dissipate slowly. Removing the unwanted weight holding him down. Waiting until it was no longer on top of him and a manageable size. Hoisting himself on shaky knees, he slowly made his was out. Stumbling through the desolate halls like a drunk. once again he took in what was around him. There was no sound, no presence of those damed beasts of hell. Stumbling through the halls, his hand brushing the wall to support his sore lungs and body. Stopping at an opened door on his right. He look to see a bloody mess and the tattered remains of a uniform. Stumbling over towards the bloody pile on the other side. He stopped near the fleshy mess. Slowly he reached into the desecrated pile. Pulling out a Erkennungsmarken With Gunthers name written on the small oval shaped tag. He stood up once again walking towards the large window over looking a forest and a river below.
He slumped against the glass. The radio pack slamming into the harden glass. It was now useless, just like him. It started so small as whimpers escape his throat. He held onto his helmet, grasping it hard against him. Trying not to feel weak in his current state. But it came like a dam, he cried out in pain, agony and sorrow. Thumping his head into the glass behind him. He failed them, just like in the battle near Moscow and the failed retreat back from the boshaviks. Then he heard it... faintly. The sound soon grew louder, he remembered that sound. It was the sound of high heels clicking on solid stone. Securing his empty PPSH tightly on its strap. Looking back down to the fleshy pile he spotted a PO8 Luger laying there. He grasped the pistol alining it's sights where the growling was, to his surprise of what he saw. It disturbed him greatly, there a woman stood, clear as the setting sun, shining through behind him. Her stance demanded respect and fear, her skin was so pale that it looked like bone white paint. His hands was shaking, her eyes... her eyes was the same hellish colour as those demons. She stood there looking into his own steel blue orbs. Then she spoke a voice that held malevolent intent. "Hmm you are very short for someone like you to hold, so~... much hate that's almost intoxicating. Just like the others." She let out a small shudder "the way, the very air around here caught most of my children. It practically sent them into a frenzy."
At that response his hands stopped and his expression hardened into a fierce scowl. "Those abominations are yours..." the very air around him shifted. Raising the PO8 towards her, while his left hand reached behind himself. laying his hand on top of the two potato mashers. She slowly rose an eyebrow, seeing his expression changed to one of anger.
"Yes the others... or should I say. Two conflicting factions." Moving to the side of the door, allowing entrance to the abomination. It stood there looking at him, his burning red eyes.
Slowly he twisted one of the caps, preparing his plan of attack. Breathing hotly through gritted teeth. "You... killed. Them. All. You're crime, will come to terms now!" Snapping the pistol towards this witch. He let it barked out twice, swiftly the beast moved forth, taking the rounds for its master. Grasping his two grenades in one hand pulling the cord.
"You want me!" He bellowed out in Rage. It filled his voice, his eyes blazing with absolute hate. A growl was what he got in return. "Well, I'll make you work for it!" Tossing his two grenades. They clattered across the floor. That witch reacted immediately, as she left. The wolf disregarded its own life, charging head long into him. Jurgen let out a fearless war cry, as he unloaded the pistol into the on coming beast.
The grenades exploded behind it's back. He could feel everything move slowly, and his senses heightened. How the shock wave washed over the skin, rippling through his muscles and bones. It hit him like being near a flak38 firing. It was a strange feeling. It pushed the beast forth. The large mass of kinetic force thump against his chest. The once glass window, shattered behind them. The wolfs body flung helplessly over him. Both man and beast started to feel gravity asserts itself. Falling from the fourth story complex. He could see the vast forest that stretched far into the horizon.
He could feel the weight of gravity pulling him down. Like some being, dragging him back to punish him, all over, again. He could not help but smiled. Feeling weak as his fatigue pulled at his sore muscles and spirit. The crushing force of the water encased him, like a familiar friend. The harsh crash took him under. He looked up, seeing the suns rays distorted above him. The water invading his open mouth. The feel of it familiar and yet comforting the deeper he sank
(Will you make him fight or die? Fight? continue to next chapter. Die? keep reading.)
Water still invaded his nose and lungs. He could fight it. He can. Fight it!. Yet the failure of the battles he took and the brothers he lost over three years. How much blood was spilt? How many bodies that fathers and mothers must bury?. Weakness continued to claw at him painfully. Yet, he allowed this familiar touch too take hold of him. It was inviting... it felt like he could rest peacefully for the first time. The sweetest relief of finally... finally letting go of all the pain and suffering.
With his death and the two oppositions of the Red army and the Reich. Will remain a mystery. Only there relics will be there for the populace to discover, their mighty machines of war from two superpowers. In the remains of this desolate city, that will stand tall as a tomb stone for the unknown souls. The world will never know what happened only leaving a fleeting footnote that will be forgotten.
Authors note.
I make custom cabinets with the guys and its for a hotel will update slowly will speed up around early fall or middle of fall till the end of winter that is when the shop is dead basically.
And here we go and I will edit some parts on my day off soon and will switch around certain weapons and sorry for the long wait I ain't letting this die I have put too much effort and study into this.
Edited on December 11th