Sniper had cleared the road ahead that morning. The field that the medic had crossed yesterday was littered with dead bodies.
"Mein gott..." The medic was no stranger to (love, you know the...never mind, sorry.) dead and mutilated bodies, but the sheer amount of bodies was what surprised him. All of the bodies lacked heads (a testimony to Sniper's skill) and had leaked a eerie dark fluid over the ground.
The dark blood slowly dripped into a drainpipe nearby. It was the only sound they heard besides their own breathing.
"Are you getting weak-skinned, doc? C'mon ,we need to move!" The sniper started to pull the medic along to get the stunned German along.
"My skin is in excellent condizion, zank you." The Medic pulled himself loose from Sniper's grip
"I vas just...overcome by curiosity."
"Leave the science for later, doc. First we're going to get Truckie." The Sniper moved forward, leaping over the bodies as if they were mere stepping stones. The medic cautiously followed him, intent on not tumbling over all the bodies and blood on the floor. For a moment the Sniper had disappeared around a corner, only to come running back. He pulled out his sniper rifle and leaned against a wall
"Doc, we've got company."
"Begriffen." The medic nodded, putting away one of his revolvers to pull out his bone saw "I am ready. Do you need a charge?"
"No, not yet. They're with 10 or something...nothing we can't handle if we do it right. At the end of this corridor is a platform, we move up there, and assess the situation. If there's to many, we return here and figure out a new way to get to Truckie."
"Ja."
The medic and sniper shared a silent nod. The sniper used his left hand to count down to one "Aim for the head, and shoot to kill."
As soon as the countdown had ended the Sniper and Medic ran around the corner. Up ahead was a long corridor with multiple zombies standing around. A few noticed the pair and started to groan as they slowly made their way to them. The Sniper stood still, breathed in and out, and started firing upon the zombies. The gunshot echoed around, alerting everything around them to their presence.
The Sniper casually walked forward while eliminating zombies one-by one. They were about halfway when the Medic herd a moan behind them. 2 zombies had appeared behind them, and ran at them. There was no time to warn the Sniper, so the medic leaped forward to protect him. He shot one of the zombies with the revolver in this left arm, while his right arm reached for his bone saw
One of the zombies fell down, but the other was getting very close. With a fierce thrust the medic jammed his bone saw in between the creature's ribs. Something that would have killed most men (outside of perhaps, the Heavy) did little to stop the creature from trying to bite the Medic. He used the bone saw to hold the zombie back, while he unloaded the last 3 shots in his gun in the zombie's face. With a last struggle it stopped moving.
The medic wanted to dissect the creature now stuck on his blade, but he realized that that would have to wait. With a fierce kick he separated his saw from the creature's chest.
"Und zat is vhat you get vhen you threaten me!" The medic smiled, before checking up on the Sniper.
"This is even easier then killing a Heavy!"
The medic felt a strong urge to slap him, but restrained himself. If they were not in the situation they were now he would have delivered the Sniper a fate worse then death.
The Sniper turned around. "No offense, doc."
"None taken." The Medic lied. Their survival was more important then the hatred the Medic felt for the Sniper right now.
"C'mon." The Sniper moved up the platform and climbed up some storage containers that stood nearby. He used his Sniper rifle to look around and take in his surroundings. It was too bad that they did not have a map of this place, so they had to make do.
He reached for the radio in his pocket. "Sniper to Engie, are you there?" A macabre silence followed "This is Sniper, come in Engie. Engie?"
After another moment of silence he heard a moan. "Oh bloody hell."
The Sniper signaled at the Medic "I think Engie's dead."
"Vhat?"
"Hello? Anyone there?" A warm and familiar voice sounded from the radio's speakers. The Sniper reached for his radio again.
"Truckie, is that you?"
"Good morning pard'ner. Apologies for the late reply, but you just woke me up. This is Engie, speaking."
"Ok. We're out in the field, and we're coming to get you. Now, where were you again? We want to get you and be back "home" as soon as we can."
"I'm all set up in one of the higher blue buildings."
"High blue buildings? There's ton of them! We're not going to search all day for you just because you can't be more specific."
The sound on the other end suddenly went dead. "Truckie? Hello? Truckie, c'mon."
"All right, you want me to be specific? Watch the skies."
The medic could softly in the distance hear a sentry gun firing. Suddenly, a set of rockets flew through the sky along with a ton of bullets flying over them. From his elevated position the Sniper could easily spot from what building the barrage was coming from.
"Ok, Truckie, we got you. What floor are you on?"
"The 7th."
"Odd place to set up your stuff."
"That's exactly why it's brilliant. Now, the sound I produced will surely make all these mother-hubbards heading my way. I can hold out just fine, but I ain't going anywhere."
"Understood. We'll work out the best route and be there in no time. Pack your stuff. Sniper out."
They were progressing slowly, yet steadily. The Sniper would assess the situation, command the medic, and get them to the end of the next area after sneaking through as much as they could. The Medic still resented the Sniper, but in battle they worked together as if they had been on the same team all along. Generally it came down to the Sniper eliminating all movement while the Medic guarded their back and popping an Über once in a while.
"Doc, we're getting close." The Sniper peeked around the next corner. "Correction, we have a problem."
"at least 50 of them. We're almost to Engie's building, but we gotta get past them first."
The medic leaned to the side to get a good look at the situation. It was an open field with a few buildings to the right and left of it. At the end they could see the building that Sniper claimed Engie should be in. The place was filled with zombies that were either idly standing around or moaning.
The medic estimated that they would not make it all they way through using one übercharge, and he did not want to end up surrounded by zombies without an Über ready to pop.
"Ve can't make it with one Über, ve have to find anozzer vay."
"Got it." It didn't take long for the sniper to come up with a new plan. "We move through the building on the right. If we're silent, we could get past them without being bitten. Put your gun away, doc." The sniper put his rifle on his back and reached for his kukiri. As silent as possible he walked over to a door nearby. He put his hand on the handle, giving the medic a silent nod.
The hallway inside was short and cramped. On the left and right were entrances to a kitchen and living room. Both rooms had large lifeless puppets inside, positioned as if they were a family.
As the Sniper and Medic ventured deeper into the house they saw not a living soul. They didn't expect to see anyone alive, but the lack of zombies was surprising as well.
"Vhat is zis place?" The medic examined one of the puppets.
"You never go inside any of the side-buildings, doc? This is our cover. To the world outside we are supposed to be a group of happy farmers. Whoever our bosses are, they are stupid if they think that anybody buys this idea." Sniper kicked over one of the puppets and left the room.
The sniper and medic had moved to the highest floor of the building. There was a balcony on which he quietly pulled out his rifle. The wind blowed, the zombies moaned and it looked like they were stuck.
"Verdammt! Verdammt, verdammt! Vhere do we go now?"
The Sniper tugged him by his arm, giving him a glare. Behind them was a small ladder that led up to the roof of the building.
"Ah, jes...I've missed zat. Like you say, Comon!" The Medic was the first up the ladder, hoping the Sniper would stop glaring.
"It's over zhere, ja?" The Medic pointed to a tall building nearby, built in the same exact monotone style of every building they had seen.
"Yep." The Sniper increased his pace to make sure he passed the medic. "And now we're only half way. Keep up the pace, doc!"
"Ja ja..." The medic stopped for a second to drink some water out of a flask he had brought with him.
Suddenly, part of the roof under Sniper's feet collapsed, knocking him off his balance and sending him off the side of the building.
"SNIPER!" The Medic sprinted ahead but stopped on the edge of collapsed roof. He carefully leaned forward, to see the Sniper hanging on to one of the drain pipes.
"DOC! GET OVER HERE AND HELP ME UP!" The Sniper's cry alarmed all the zombies below, whom started to stare up at the bungling Australian.
The medic wanted to move but his body didn't budge. There he hung. The man that had killed him and heavy so many times
"C'MON DOC, I HAVENT GOT ALL BLOODY DAY!" The Sniper looked down. The fall alone would probably kill him, but if he survived...his fate would be even worse. He tried to pull himself up, but the drainpipe started to creak the more he moved.
The man that had been just as big a pest as the RED spy, now asked him to save his life. A strange anger overtook him, the feeling of having an übercharge ruined by one cowardly Australian. This coward should deserve to experience the worst fate possible. And yet...now he was his ally. His teammate. But if he reached out to him the roof might even collapse further...and one death is better then two.
The drainpipe started to creak constantly and lose it's form.
"DOC! I SAVED YOU DAMMIT! DON'T YOU GO BETRAY ON ME NOW!" There only movement the Medic made was a smile.
"YOU WORTHLESS SHIT! I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU WHEN I HAD THE BLOODY CHANCE"
It was clear that the drainpipe was about to collapse. The Sniper would die, either by the fall or by being eaten by zombies. He was never a very religious man, but now he stared up at the sky, silently praying a God above him would have mercy on him
"DOC!" The creaking was starting to be louder then his yelling "GO TO HELL YOU GERMAN BASTARD! GO TO HELL AND DIE IN A DITCH!"
With those last words the drainpipe collapsed, and the Sniper plunged to his death
(No, this is not a cliffhanger. It's a drainpipe-hanger. Badum-tsssh!)