Michael Thomas - Night of the Nazi Zombies

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'Night of the Living Dead' meets 'Saving Private Ryan' in a bloodthirsty World War II night of terror. World War II is raging across the globe and the Nazis are being pushed back slowly by the victorious Allies. It is 1944 and the Allies are poised to open up a second front in occupied France to join the Soviet Union in a final assault that will bring the war to its conclusion. In the early hours of the D-Day invasion, Sergeant Smith and his unit of elite airborne infantry arrive in occupied France. Their mission is to capture a series of important bridges deep behind enemy lines prior to the arrival of the main infantry. It soon becomes apparent however that the Germans have a terrifying secret weapon, one that could drive the allies back into the sea and could change the fate of the War!

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All around they were moving closer and closer, though until now the only person shooting had been him, due to the fact that he carried the unit’s sniper rifle and also he commanded the highest position. Next to him, Harris and Gardner were doing something to the MG42, presumably some fine adjustments to the weapon. One thing they had found back in England when testing this weapon was that its rate of fire was substantial. In fact, the sound it made was almost like a buzz and this meant it ripped through ammunition at a crazy rate. Stacked in the church tower nearby was all the ammunition they had located, it wasn’t that much, only four belts. From memory he was pretty sure each belt was about two hundred rounds, maybe two fifty. Either way, they could burn through that in a matter of minutes, even with controlled fire. They would have to be careful. Rechecking each direction it was pretty obvious that trying to escape with all these things about would have made an early grave for them all. The other concern was that they were all heading for the church. It was completely surrounded by a thick ring of undead creatures numbering in the hundreds in every direction. At the rate they were moving they would be at the church walls in less than three minutes by his guess.

“Can you see that?” shouted out Gardner.

Trent followed his hand and tracked the movement through the scope of his weapon. It was definitely one of the undead but this one was faster, moving at almost a slow jogging pace. He looked closely, double-checking. Yes, it moved the same as them but definitely had the edge in speed. At this rate it would be at the church in under a minute. He squeezed the trigger and put a round through its upper body, sending it spinning to the ground. Just like the others it started to lift itself up. Gardner called out again.

“There’s more of them!”

To the east at least a dozen of these slightly faster undead creatures pushed out ahead of the pack, closing the distance to the church whilst the rest shambled behind.

Harris joined in, “Yeah, there’s more coming from the south too, at least a couple of dozen.”

Trent swore to himself and then turned to the centre of the tower where he could see Jones below, moving cases.

“Sarge!” he shouted. Jones looked up to the dark shape of Trent.

“We’ve got incoming, from every direction,” he said.

Before Jones could move Trent added, “Some of them are moving faster, no idea why.”

Jones nodded in acknowledgement and disappeared, presumably off to tell Smith and the Captain the news. Moving back to his window he looked out to the sea of undead monsters. Tracking from left to right he could see no point in shooting at them yet. The rest of the soldiers were equipped to deal with numbers, his job was to provide useful intelligence and to pick off key targets. A few gunshots rang out from the men on the ground floor. It was the unmistakable sound of the redoubtable Lee Enfield No.4 rifle that was being used. From his vantage point he watched each of these quicker undead fall to the ground from the gun shots.

In the nave of the church all sense of order broke down as the British soldiers rushed into their prepared positions and proceeded to open fire at the closest targets. Their shooting was controlled, a decision made once they realised the number of the undead outside the walls. Though the soldiers were calm the five civilians did little to add confidence to the men’s situation. One of the older women started crying out hysterically only to be quietened down by another elderly man. Chard and Humphreys covered the northern and southern aisles, each stood atop the positions they had erected so they could shoot out of the windows. The two young men that had been pulling up the weapons had now finished their chore and were stacking the equipment up in a pile in the centre of the nave. Captain Scott examined the equipment before shouting at Jones who had just emerged from the dark basement.

“Sergeant! See if any of these civvies can shoot then get them to watch the windows. Keep an eye on them, understood?”

Jones nodded and moved to the two Frenchmen to see what they could do to assist. Scott examined the weapons closely. The Sten MKII submachine was not the kind of weapon he was used to. He swore to himself at the cheapness of its manufacture. It was a weird collection of metal framing and tubes, welded together with a simple metal stock and magazine running from its left side. The gunshots continued and as he watched he saw Chard firing multiple bursts from his position. Maybe the weapon wasn’t so bad; it certainly wasn’t a looker though.

He called back over to the sergeant, “Are they up for it?”

Jones nodded, explaining, “The two lads can use a weapon, we also have Monsieur Poulain and a middle-aged couple who can use a rifle.”

Captain Scott lifted his hand, signalling to Jones to wait a moment. The rate of firing increased. Shots were now being fired from both the chancel and the base of the tower. He moved over to the base which had small windows facing to the north, south and west. Scanning quickly in each of the three directions he could see a wall of movement only a hundred yards from the window, whilst scattered number of the undead were moving for the doors and windows.

“Fuck me!” shouted Scott before realising some of the civilians could just about hear his voice.

A hand tried to reach through the barred window, pulling at the bars. Before the Captain could respond, Private Lewis lunged past him with his rifle. Fitted to the end of the gun was his standard issue Lee-Enfield No.4 bayonet or Pig-Sticker as the men called it. The bayonet was a simple metal spike and smashed through the undead creature’s forehead and right out of the back. Lewis pulled it back through, the gore dripping from the steel, and proceeded to loose of several shots at the closest creatures approaching. Captain Scott tapped him thankfully on the shoulder and then turned back to the nave to direct the battle. He could see Jones talking to the small group in the middle whilst the German they’d rescued from the house was trying to pick up one of the Sten guns. He was being held back by one of the older men whilst an old woman continued a verbal tirade at the man. He stepped forward to intervene.

In the bell tower Trent was getting through substantial ammunition as he did his best to pick of the undead from his viewpoint. Even concentrating on those he thought most dangerous was keeping him shooting almost constantly. At this rate he would have to find more ammunition in a matter of minutes. He could hear noise from the two men with him as they hauled the MG42 machinegun up to the large open spot to the west of the tower, a position giving them an almost 180 degree arc of fire from north to south.

Harris cocked the weapon and pulled the trigger. The first burst shocked the three men as he burnt through three times the ammunition he expected. The effect was impressive though as the stream of lead cut down a dozen creatures to the west. Harris and Gardner looked at each other. Gardner grinned and they continued the fire. With just half a dozen bursts they had cut the numbers to the west by almost half. That was their first belt of ammunition gone, two hundred and fifty bullets to kill at fifty of those things. Doing a quick calculation in his head Harris could already see the problem. They were way, way too short on ammunition to fight them like this. Whilst Gardner fitted the next belt Harris ran down the stairs to grab as many grenades as he could find.

Captain Scott had finally persuaded the German soldier to stay out of the way of the French civilians. There was obviously a lot of enmity between them and they wouldn’t stand for arming him with any kind of firearm. He did place a substantial mallet in his hands though, one of the many tools they had found in the base of the tower. With that problem resolved he turned back to Jones.

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