Nacht der Untoten
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January 16th, 1943
I honestly don't know how to explain whats happening. . . At first, I thought it may be my imagination. . . A hallucination. . . But it wasn't. It was all real. All too real.
We were flying over Nancy, France when the engines died. The pilot managed to take us down easy given the conditions, but the other pilots weren't so fortunate. Planes all around use were crashing, and exploding. It was horrible. . . By the time we reached the surface, the only sound was that of the fire on all of the other crashed planes. Other than that, it was quiet. . . Then, there was moaning.
When we climbed out of the wreckage, convinced the moaning was injured soldiers. . . But when we got out, we were faced with the unexplainable. . . Nazi soldiers filled the street and were shambling towards us. They had their hand out in front of us like they were surrendering, but it didn't make sense. We'd just crash landed, they could have overwhelmed us easily. We lowered our weapons but once they were close enough for the fire on the plane to light up their faces it was too late. . .
The light from the fires revealed their torn dirty skin and glowing yellow eyes. Before we could react, they started running at us! We tried to shoot them but they just wouldn't die no matter how many times they were shot. We ran and hid away.
We were hold up in a small apartment complex. All of the entrances were barricaded and every man in our squad accounted for. Except for one man, Private Robson. I was one of the men sent out to search for him but what we found was beyond our understanding.
We had returned to the crash site were we thought he may have been trapped only to find the Nazis. . . Eating the dead. They spotted us and attacked. Everyone but myself and Sergeant James were on the ground being ripped to pieces. . . Sergeant James was tackled down next, and ordered me to run. I obeyed.
When I returned to base the barricades were destroyed and everyone was gone. All that was left was a few pools of blood. I entered, repaired the barricades, and hide away on the roof tops until morning.
January 26th, 1943
I saw a plane today, but it crashed just like ours. . . It seems like no one will be able to rescue me. . . Mother, Father, Brain, and Jessie. . . I love you and hope to see y
I honestly don't know how to explain whats happening. . . At first, I thought it may be my imagination. . . A hallucination. . . But it wasn't. It was all real. All too real.
We were flying over Nancy, France when the engines died. The pilot managed to take us down easy given the conditions, but the other pilots weren't so fortunate. Planes all around use were crashing, and exploding. It was horrible. . . By the time we reached the surface, the only sound was that of the fire on all of the other crashed planes. Other than that, it was quiet. . . Then, there was moaning.
When we climbed out of the wreckage, convinced the moaning was injured soldiers. . . But when we got out, we were faced with the unexplainable. . . Nazi soldiers filled the street and were shambling towards us. They had their hand out in front of us like they were surrendering, but it didn't make sense. We'd just crash landed, they could have overwhelmed us easily. We lowered our weapons but once they were close enough for the fire on the plane to light up their faces it was too late. . .
The light from the fires revealed their torn dirty skin and glowing yellow eyes. Before we could react, they started running at us! We tried to shoot them but they just wouldn't die no matter how many times they were shot. We ran and hid away.
We were hold up in a small apartment complex. All of the entrances were barricaded and every man in our squad accounted for. Except for one man, Private Robson. I was one of the men sent out to search for him but what we found was beyond our understanding.
We had returned to the crash site were we thought he may have been trapped only to find the Nazis. . . Eating the dead. They spotted us and attacked. Everyone but myself and Sergeant James were on the ground being ripped to pieces. . . Sergeant James was tackled down next, and ordered me to run. I obeyed.
When I returned to base the barricades were destroyed and everyone was gone. All that was left was a few pools of blood. I entered, repaired the barricades, and hide away on the roof tops until morning.
January 26th, 1943
I saw a plane today, but it crashed just like ours. . . It seems like no one will be able to rescue me. . . Mother, Father, Brain, and Jessie. . . I love you and hope to see y
An infection has spread across all of Europe. It reanimated the dead and makes them crave the flesh of the living. The source of the infection is unknown. . . Perhaps it is a biological weapon created by the Nazis, or a natural disease from the abundance of dead bodies. Regardless, you are now in the middle of it. You must survive. The only question is, "Can you?"
Note
Use weapons from the era. A list of World War II guns can be found here! Bare in mind, if you are not a soldier you won't be able to handle them very effectively.
Use weapons from the era. A list of World War II guns can be found here! Bare in mind, if you are not a soldier you won't be able to handle them very effectively.
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Age:
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Weapons: Only three weapons.
Brief Bio: How did you end up where you currently are?
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