Chapter 2
As Charley said this, a vague memory hit him. Blood. Fear. Pain. He saw a shadowy figure slowly approaching him, but he did not recognize the man. He seemed familiar, however-
"Conserve the ammo! Fire in bursts!" Charley yells to his men, and with that the memory is gone. "The ammo supply is running low, switch to your knives!" The men had been up for 3 hours fighting these zombies, but now it was a full group of 20 running towards them. "Whenever these stop, board the windows! They can't kill you if they can't get in!"
As the last zombie died, the fog started to lift. John looked out the makeshift cage bars he put in place of an archway. He could see the crashed bombers and the supply trucks. "Ok Charley, we better start repairing these barriers before another wave comes by. Then if we have time, we can eat and get rest."
"That's the John I know: eat, sleep, and shoot things. Ok boys, when you're done building, come to the kitchen and we'll get you your food. Won't be much though, gotta ration it." The so called "kitchen" was actually a part of the building where they made and ate cold food. They had meal packs, but no wood could be spared for a fire. Every ounce had to go towards making barricades.
"Charley, I have to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"I think I know why these things rose from the dead. Our convoy was meant to look like nothing was in it. Well, we actually had some important stuff."
"Like?"
"Just a few papers. Some research. A box containing some stuff for a scientist.
"Do you have any idea what these things were for?"
"I was told it was classified. Under the circumstances, I read some of the papers. It seemed to be very odd, talking about reincarnation and reanimation of dead bodies. I was surprised."
"What was in the box?"
"Apparently the chemicals to make some Wunderwaffe Project work. It was supposed to be taken to Der Reise Factory, but we got ambushed. This project was meant to be one that was to raise the dead, making them help out their allies. Those chemicals are highly dangerous it seems. Good thing nobody drank any, huh?" John laughs nervously. "Apparently, it didn't work. I got instructions not to reveal this to anyone. Under the circumstances, I found it necessary for at least someone other than me to know."
"Let me get this straight. We transported some chemicals and now the dead are back to life?"
"Pretty much, that's it."
"That's just perfect. Now we don't just have to kill the enemies, we have to kill our allies too."
With that, John is jerked back into his vague memory. He sees his brother, crawling towards him. Oh yes, how could he not have recognized his brother's face, filled with agony and pain. He sees the dark trail of blood behind his brother, the gaping hole in his chest. He can't remember how this happened, but he has a vague recollection-
"Ok soldiers! Let's go get some food."