Looking upwards the light of the new day flooded into the building, lighting the face of the man stood over him. Like the rest of the undead this one had the pale face and blood dripping mouth but unlike the rest, this one and the two stood next to it were dressed in the black uniforms of the SS.
The closest one snarled, moving quicker than the other creatures he had met so far and lunged towards him. Rolling to his side his right hand grasped the sword, and with one powerful swing he sliced through its throat and sent its head catapulting through the air. Holding onto the stone wall he lifted himself up. The pain was excruciating but he could just about stand straight. He lifted the sword up high and staggered forwards, swinging the weapon and shouting as he moved towards the two soldiers.
“Come on, you square headed bastards!”
THE END
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