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Ominae: Thanks for your reply. As for Germany's allies, i think at some point they will feature in the story, and as for Hitler and Stalin, both their armies are in tatters, anyone alive is very lucky to be so. In this fic, it's still in the first daysso far, but it can only be a matter of time before the plaque spreads , it will slowly sweep across Europe , claiming poland and Germany and France as well as everywhere else. I think both Hitler and Stalin will see they have much more pressing issues to deal with than trying to destroy each other.
Chapter 7 – Town Attack Part II
Everyone panicked, a few dozen people charged off towards the gate, mostly soldiers although a few civilians followed with 'home-made' weapons.
Alisa, Eugene and Igor followed the masses of people down the street. Igor and Eugene carried their own rifles, and Alisa had an abandoned Kar98k slung over her shoulder.
Soon they reached the front gates, they had to stand on crates to see over the large body of people by the gate. Ahead of them, dozens of crazed people staggered down the road at speed. Dozens more charged across the fields either side of the road as they emerged from the forest.
Shooters, mostly Riflemen who had better range, blocked the length of the gate.
People began to rush back down the street, and into the houses on either side so they could get a better position. Alisa, Eugene and Igor went into number seven, and up the stairs by the windows. The house faced the same way as the front gate.
The three took positions in the windows so they could cover the left. Below them, handfuls of the crazed people had reached the houses and stood below Alisa, Eugene and Igor, as they did all along the 'wall' which was created by the length of houses.
Eugene leaned out the window and shot one of the people below in the top of the head. Blood splattered the ground floor windows and the body slid against the wall.
The crazed people looked hungrily up at the windows, whilst some rushed towards the front gate, drawn onward by the yells and mussel flashes which they learned signalled food. Along the row of houses, shots rang out, as shooters inside tried to stop the front gate becoming overwhelmed.
A thick stream of bodies staggered down the road towards the front gate. The bodies seamed endless, and continued to pour out of the trees and running from nearby fields.
Shots continued from up-stairs windows along the wall of houses.
The crazed people snarled and hissed up towards the windows, but not many tried to get to them, most had learned they couldn't get that way and so began to head towards the front gate instead.
In front of one of the houses, a few corpses had pilled up, and now someone was trying to smash its way through the window. Suddenly it's head shook and it collapsed to the ground. But a second person charged the window and managed to smash it and crawl through over the bodies.
Suddenly more of the insane turned towards the window. Alisa fired off a shot but she missed. She wasn't used to the German rifle. She fired again a few seconds later and one of the corpses collapsed to the floor in a bloody mess.
More gunfire headed for the crazed people heading for the window, many fell but still half a dozen managed to get inside.
Due to all the distractions it wasn't that obvious, but for a while no more shots had come from number 12 with the broken window.
Down another street, near the newly formed barricade, a pile of bodies down the road began to shake slightly, then suddenly a lot more. A bloodied arm. Then another. Slowly a corpse lifted itself up from the pile, another followed it, fighting for freedom from the lifeless bodies on top of it.
They looked around, curiously, a loudness of gunfire filled the air, it echoed from the buildings but it was quite clear where it came from. Two of the corpses charged towards the barricade. The bites on their arms and legs didn't seem to bother them, neither did the amount of blood they had lost. They hit the barricade, had they been breathing it would have knocked the wind out of them, but they weren't.
The barricade shook and wobbled a bit, more corpses ran at it causing some of the crates to move a bit. The half a dozen corpses bit, kicked hit and rammed the barricade, and ever so slowly it began to move and break.
Alisa thought she heard something, she reluctantly backed away from the window and crept down the stairs. She went outside the house, she couldn't hear anything odd, mainly because loud gun-fire filled the air. She looked down the road and suddenly she was on edge. Further down the street there was fighting, she saw one man getting bitten by two other people.
She lifted her gun and fired, the man died, and fell, the other two people turned their attention elsewhere.
Suddenly a few doors away, a soldier came bursting through one of the windows. Four of the insane came out after him as they wrestled to get through the window. The soldier began to fire at them, but more of the things came running at him from the down the road and he was soon hidden under their bodies as they bit and clawed at him.
Soon she realised she was the only one left in the street alive, some of those things paused and looked at her. She was scared, her hairs shot up like spikes.
No one moved for what seemed like minutes, as if time was in slowly motion. Then they bolted. Snarling, shaking as they ran. Alisa lifted her rifle and with elite precision, planted a bullet in one of their heads.
"Their inside!" she screamed, and then turned and ran, momentarily forgetting everyone except her. She ran down a street, choosing it a random. Her heartbeat and boots sounded loud in her ears, almost, almost drowning out the sounds of perusing feet behind her.
At the front gate, nothing was going right, the people in the houses seemed to have disappeared. Endless bodies came from left, right and straight ahead. They wouldn't be-able to hold them off for long, or at all without the tank. Its main gun could kill several of the insane in a shower of blood and dirt with ever shell. Soldiers were already fleeing, most had ran out of ammunition, others ran from fear.
Suddenly, crazed people appeared from behind the front gate. About a dozen of them, they ran towards the shooters, trapping them. It didn't take long before everyone was dead or dieing.
The Tank crew looked at each other, they couldn't hear what was happening outside to well. The crew looked through any hatches they could see out of. They soon realised they were the only ones left, everyone else was dead, or somewhere in between.
The tanks engine grumbled angrily, the tracks jumped into action and the tank lurched forward. It quickly gained speed, and despite the relentlessness of the insane people, it quickly left them behind as it drove over the fields. The town was lost.
Alisa turned a corner, risking a look behind her she could see about four or five figures behind her, two of them weren't far behind, the others were beginning to drop back.
She heard the sound of a sniper's rifle. One of her pursuers fell. Ahead of her was a barricade, it was a truck parked almost sideways in the road, and empty crates filling the gaps. She jumped on to the wheel arch and quickly scrambled over the bonnet of the truck.
But a cut scabby hand grabbed her boot and tried to drag her over.
She couldn't see what was happening, so she just kicked out her legs furiously. Using her free leg to kick the thing off her, but she didn't have much luck.
A mouth kept reaching out for her leg as it waved about in front of it. The thing used it's free had to grab her other boot, and then it bit down hard. It didn't work, the thing lost its grip and then tried to bite her leg. Its yellow blood stained teeth caught her trouser but nothing more.
Suddenly Alisa fell over the bonnet landing heavily on her side, she quickly jumped up, and the thing was laying on the floor the other side of the truck. Dead.
Alisa turned and ran, she must have dropped her gun, but she wasn't going back for it, those things were at the truck now. She could hear them. Around the corner she stopped, she was lost and alone, those things could be anywhere, because she was behind the barrier. She looked around, the sniper's rifle sounded again. He could be anywhere, the sound bounced through the narrow streets.
She started to move down the street, really slow. Keeping as quiet as possible, she didn't know whether to run as fast a she could or walk as quiet as possible, was there any point, those things would find her anyway.
Around the next corner she stopped, two bodies lay in the street, and a lot of blood was splattered over the floor. Both the bodies were Russian, with torn clothes and bloody arms.
Alisa stalked closer, bending down to the ground she saw they both had bullet holes in their heads.
Satisfied, she got up and carried on, carefully walking round the bodies and sticking right in the middle of the street.
It was then she realised she couldn't here anything. No shouting, no screaming, no shooting. Nothing at all except the wind as it flew past her.
She'd lost Eugene and Igor, they'd probably be dead now. She shouldn't have ran, she should have gone back inside and warned them.
Now they were dead, or worse, walking around like those other people.
She was to busy with her thoughts, she missed the slight whine of a door as it swung open behind her at the end of the street.
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