"So what the hell are we doing flying over Berlin?" Asked Andrew Hoffman. We where in a helicopter flying over the deserted streets of Berlin, Germany. It had been four hours after my meeting with Peter, and he was sitting to my left, and Hoffman was sitting to my right. Across from us sat Will Blackthorn. We where a strange group, all from different backgrounds. Peter told us that it was the differences in the last group that caused them to fail, so he made sure we were all American. The last unit was made up of an American, a Russian, a Japanese and surprisingly enough, a Nazi. "Hello? You gonna' answer me Peter? Why the hell are we in Germany?!" Hoffman demanded, much more stern than last time.
"I want you to see for yourselves." Peter said grimly. "I could never explain it well enough myself."
The two other soldiers and I shared a suspicious look. "What do you mean, 'you could never explain it'? How bad is is?" Blackthorn asked.
"Look out there and see." I was looking out the open doors of the helicopter, and what I saw was one of the most hunting things I have ever seen. And I had watched my squad of six tortured and executed at the hands of the Japanese!
"Oh my God..." Hoffman murmured. The streets where paved with bodies, blood everywhere. Blood, limbs and organs littered the street. I could make out some moving figures below. Some where running, some where limping, and some where crawling. Did that person have no legs?!
"This is why I couldn't have explained it." Peter told us, not taking his eyes off the scene below. "Behold the reason we are here. I'm sorry I wasn't straight with you, but I was afraid you would decline the mission."
"You told us this was an extermination, to kill the remaining Nazis!" Hoffman shouted over the roar of the helicopter blades. "You didn't tell us we would have to deal with this shit!"
"Calm down Andrew!" Perter said. "Those things down there are what we are exterminating! PILOT! LAND THE CHOPPER ON THAT TALL CHURCH ROOF!"
The helicopter began to land, and as it went down, so did out confidence. The things in the street where horrific! They wore uniforms, soaked in blood. Most had only half the skin on their face, with their vocal cords and skulls exposed beneath their pale green skin. I saw Blackthorn and Hoffman exchange a wide-eyed look. I couldn't take my eyes off the monsters. I hardly noticed the helicopter land. "Gentlemen, this is going to be our base camp for our stay." It was a run down church. Bloody hand prints where noticeable on the walls, and the windows where shattered. "Hoffman and Blackthorn, get the boards, nails and hammers from the chopper and board up these windows, Parker and I are going to make sure none of those freak-bags are here with us." Peter motioned me to follow him. We went to the helicopter and got guns for everyone. Hoffman got a Thompson, Blackthorn got a BAR, Peter took an M1A1 Carbine, and I took myself a Trench Gun. Just for safe measures we took four grenades each. When Blackthorn and Hoffman went off to fix the windows, Peter and I went on a hunt. After about five minutes of nothing we had found ourselves in a room which was most likely the main worship room. We where walking silently, our guns at the ready. Suddenly there was a creaking noise. A dull thumping sound. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. We swiftly spun to face the noise. I went a little closer for my shotgun had the range disadvantage. Suddenly the door behind the podium creaked open, and there stood one of the... I'm not sure what you would call it. A ghoul? But whatever it was, when it saw us, its yellow, glowing eyes gazed unblinking at us for a moment. Then it let out a blood curdling moan. Auuurrrreewww! And within a second, he was running at us. One arm out in front, the other flailing limply behind him. It rammed me, and I fell, shocked at its raw power, despite its thin limbs. It was reaching down a clawed hand to my throat. My Trench Gun had been knocked to the side when the creature tackled me, so I was left defenseless. Was that me screaming? I didn't even know. The only thing in the world was me, and the ghoul. As it was leaning in, its rotted face an inch from mine, its mouth open wide, trying to bite me, something happened. There was a sickening thwack and the thing fell limp on top of me. I took no time in shoving it off. I stood up panting and saw Peter pull a long hunting knife out of the back of the creatures head. I stood there dumbfounded. Peter had just saved my life! But I said the only thing I could muster up. "What the hell was that?!"