We waited, guns raised, hearts racing. The fog was ice cold... death cold. The stench of blood was heavy in the air.
"Peter..." Hoffman said. This was the first time I had ever heard genuine fear in his voice. "What the hell is going on?" I looked at Peter, who was staring, white faced, down at the main doors. There were two hallways on each side of the door, and something just moved out of one! It looked like a large wolf. No, make that a huge wolf! I couldn't see the finer details from so far away. We lowered our guns. "Is that it!" Blackthorn exclaimed in a relieved voice. "A dog!" The dog's head suddenly flicked to look at us. It trotted in our direction, then it began sprinting. When it began running, it suddenly burs into flames!
"OH! SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT!" Peter screamed. We began running away. We could feel the hell-fire of the dog, and hear its demonic roaring. I was running as hard as I could. My flamethrower wouldn't do anything, the dog was already on fire. I looked to my left as I heard Hoffman exclaim,"SCREW THIS!" He stopped, pivoted on one foot and open fired on the dog! The dog gave a screech as is shoulder was blown apart, then a bullet flew through its skull, and it fell to the ground. The fire went out as we stepped cautiously over to it. I nudged it over with my foot so we could see its face. My squad and I gasped. We had seen our friends slaughtered, captains tortured, and foes mauled, but none of us had seen something like this! The dog had red skin, with patches of matted, black fur all over it. It had glowing yellow eyes, much like the zombies. The one thing that freaked us out, was the fact we could see the bone. There were blotches of missing skin, were we could see clean to the bone. No blood, no muscles, not anything.
"What the hell is it?" I asked, tearing my eyes from the demon dog.
"I... I don't know." Peter whispered. "I don't remember these from my fights in the airfield. Hell, I didn't even fight these things in the asylum! And that was one twisted place!"
"Not to interrupt, but the fog hasn't cleared!" Blackthorn's voice was terrified. "They are still coming!" As if it was a signal, six more dogs ran into the room.
"OPEN FIRE!" I yelled. I didn't see what happened to the others, for I was being charged by two of the hell hounds. I drew out my Colt and began firing on them. It didn't do much, until I blew an eye out and shot ones leg and grounded it. Swiftly, I drew my knife, slit the closest one's neck, and threw the knife at the downed dog. The knife pierced it in the chest, and I ran up and gave it a twist, killing the dog.
I turned just in time to see Peter crack open his dogs head. As he delivered the killing blow, all the dog corpses exploded in balls of fire.
"DAMN YOU!!!" The demonic voice that summoned the dogs screeched. "DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!" And the fog cleared. We all stood, shaken and relieved. We all looked around, and didn't say a word the rest of the night. It was as if the dogs had drained our confidence and good mood.
We didn't hear a zombie moan for the next two days, and although the sound was missed, we wound up hearing something nobody expected.
"VAT ARE JEW DOING IN MY CHURCH!?!"