Chapter 7
He flinched back, taken by surprise by the zombie. He started running full speed away from the zombie. The zombie followed, albeit at a slow rate. John rounded the corner. He once again heard the laughing voice, but this time it sounded demonic. He saw the teddy bear staring at him with cold, unforgiving red eyes.
He tried to follow the sounds of the army's voices to find his way back to the group, but it was futile. The echoes went on forever in this huge building. He started to lose hope. The zombie was nearing on him and he decided not to run any more. The zombie went up to John and bit him on the arm. John screamed in pain. After feeling the pain of the bite he decided to run some more.
Charley rounded the corner and saw the zombie. "Duck John!" he yelled.
John ducked down and Charley shot where John's head had been moments ago. The zombie's head erupted in a mist of red. The body dropped to the floor.
"Are you alright, John?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," John said. He decided not to let Charley know about the bite because he knew that it would be his final words.
"I have some good news for you. The job I needed you to do has been done by someone else. You are off the hook."
"Thank you sir," John said hesitantly. He didn't know whether he should feel happy that he didn't have to kill the private or to feel anger for the innocent killing of the private. "I'm fine sir, I can walk back now."
"Okay John, I'll see you back at HQ." The group started to walk away. John looked at the dead zombie's carcass when the others left. The zombie was still wearing his Nazi SS uniform John could tell. The swastika symbol burned like a fire in the night. There was no mistaking this uniform.
As John examined the zombie he noticed a glowing light down the hallway and around the corner. Knowing that he was bound to die anyways due to the zombie bite, he followed the light.
When he rounded the corner he found a machine looking like that of a soda machine from back home. This machine was red and had in large print on the front, "Juggernog." With the new daredevil within himself awakened he decided to drink it. It hurt at first and screams escaped his lungs. His skin seemed to tingle and crawl all over. He then found his zombie bite to be gone and felt stronger. He decided to hide his injury from everyone else.
After all, his captain deserved some punishment for the heinous act he committed.