Just another soldier
Dempsey leaped from the corner of Richtofen's eye and plunged his bowie knife into the dog's heart, the dog winced in pain and exploded in a shower of gore, splattering Richtofen and Tank with blood.
"Thanks" muttered Richtofen and then cursed in German "Stupid stupid Richtofen, you let an American save you, how could you be so stupid". His thoughts were disrupted by a disembodied voice, the words; two simple words ran through him like a cold, blunt spear. "Max ammo" said the voice.
"Awww now I have to fight" exclaimed Nikolai, throwing his now empty vodka bottle on the ground in disgust.
"Samantha is that you?" stuttered Richtofen. "Tis' I Richtofen, I thought you were dead are you -"
"YOU" screamed the voice.
The bookcase to his left toppled over onto his chest, crushing his legs his knees bent backwards excruciating pain shooting up his thighs to his torso.
"H-help me" wheezed Richtofen his hand reaching for Dempsey. Tank sheathed his bowie knife and ran to kneel at the bookcase and pulled with all his might, Takeo and Nikolai were otherwise occupied with either squandering their money on cheap alcoholic drinks or looking for more "Honour". Richtofen saw it. He saw the crawling dismembered body edging ever so closer to Dempsey.
"Dempsey." Richtofen wheezed, the unbearable weight of the grand bookcase still resting on his windpipe.
"What is it ?" asked Dempsey exasperated and beads of sweat forming on his brow from both the physical exhaustion of fending off zombies for many consecutive hours and from the increasing frustration of the bookcase not moving.
"Crawler." panted Richtofen. The crawler gave a low groan and Dempsey's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, in one swift movement, Dempsey turned, unsheathed his bowie knife held it aloft and brought it crashing down on the zombie's skull, cleaving it's head in half its blood pouring into a puddle at Dempsey's feet, staining the tips of his brown boots.