Krasnaya Armiya

World War III

It's the year two thousand and twenty yet we haven't lived peacefully enough to escape World War III, though it's a bit different from the war we've all been brought up to believe.

The sky's neon green, the air smelling of burning flesh and decaying corpses the more and deeper I inhale, mushrooms exploding everywhere as Zombies tear at the flesh of the Jewish people. A sight I thought I'd never see and especially people from my generation.

The f****d thing is the Zombies are Nazis and they're on a f*****g killing spree, their taste once for the Jewish race now a taste for anything that gets in their way.

Peering down at the ground my glance catches bones and empty bullet shells covered in blood and dirt, the c*****e littering these grounds as far as the eye can see.

The dirt itself is tainted crimson due to the m******e that's taking place, an unholy event you'd only witness in a movie yet it's happening right before my eyes.

Nikolas and Viskov are M.I.A, so it's up to me to get this Platoon out alive yet nothing in my training has ever prepared me for this.

Attempting to inhale the thick air through my mask, it becomes difficult the more smoke and ash spew into the already toxic air, the screams of men and Zombies accompanying the singing guns.

There's never silence.

Hoping the filters on my mask isn't clogged and I'm not left with the risky task of killing Zombies as well as changing the filters on my mask, I relax to steady my breathing and find it isn't clogged at all, I'm just on the verge of having a panic attack.

Grenades explode around me, limbs flying everywhere while I take in the Hell that's unravelling and wish I was back home and around my family in Russia, yet I know for a fact I may not make it out alive.

With my gas mask splattered with fresh blood and dirt, it obstructs my vision a little though use my thick gloved hand to wipe it away.

Fucking Germans and their gas, it's the whole reason why're we're in this f*****g mess in the first place, Hitler just couldn't take defeat and even in the afterlife he's still f*****g us.

You take the mask off it's an instant change, you'll be charging for your comrades instead of chagrining with them.

I flick my gaze over the crimson and neon green horizon, mountains of bones and dead bodies outlined against the falling sun as I absentmindedly bite my lip and wonder how long it took to get the piles that high.

With the sky darkening and turning shades of emeralds and deep velvet reds, the heat lingers when sweat continues to pour down my face and soak my uniform.

I hold my Commando close to me, quickly turning around to see a Zombie zoning in on my position and unloading a few bullets into its already decaying skull.

Trudging over and getting a closer inspection of the open mouthed corpse, I slowly drink in its glowing green eyes soon fading to bloodshot ice blue and grey rotting flesh that reeks of carrion.

Black blood splatters its body face and Nazi SS uniform, my feet reacting on a mind of their own as the left rears up and kicks with all it's might into the thing's head, sending it flying a few meters and hitting the back of another Zombie's head.

For a split second I'm able to laugh it off until my attention returns to my mission, a mission most likely my ancestors took part in all those years ago.

Not far from the gates of Auschwitz, my heart races whilst I think of the people still alive in those camps hiding from the Zombies or wonder if the whole camp has been turned.

It's only a mile away but the Zombies screeching and running after us sure makes it look further, my Platoon yelling and carrying on behind me while they unload clip after clip at the oncoming hoard.

Commandos and AK47U's is all I can hear singing in the distance, my ears ringing then muffling the grenades going off as if I've just jumped into water, my Platoon I've taken over from the now assumed dead Sargent telling me we need to get into that camp now.

Squinting my eyes I witness as their bullets rip through the hoard, taking chunks of flesh and limbs with each exit wound that stains the things uniforms.

"We need to move now and we need to move fast!" Dmitri screams in my ear then grabs the front of my uniform in his hands and shakes the life back into me.

"The Red Army's not falling tonight!" he shouts so that all the Russian Platoon can hear.

Kerensky the first Soldier to look out for me's by my side, swearing as he shoots the Zombies down when we slowly advance towards the gates.

Sweat coats our faces and soaks our hair thanks to the air tight suits we're forced to wear and adding to the humidity that's already outside of these suits. It's so hot in these f*****g monkey suits I might pass out soon!

Speaking of monkeys...

Digging in my backpack, I reach for one of the few monkey C4 bombs I have left before winding it up and throwing it into a thick throng of walking cadavers.

I observe as the monkey teddy dressed in a red suit top crash away with the cymbals in its hands, a weird song echoing throughout the air and attracting every Zombie that can hear it.

Zombies by the hundreds come to gather around the thing, my mind wondering if the timer will ever go off until watching it explode and take most of them with it. Though the ones that survived are now crawling for us with either missing legs or arms.

Of course the non-Zombified part of the German Army ran off as soon as they let the Zombies out and left the ones who were infected behind, so of course we are here to clean up this mess as well as get the survivors out of here and contain the area before it spreads.

As always the Russians are left to do the dirty work while other few countries sit back with their hands in the air. Apparently they don't want to get involved which is surprising considering it's a f*****g world crisis!

So with America, England, Australia, Japan, Korea, China, Turkey, Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Syria and a few other more assisting us to overcome these f***s in different parts, we still can't help the feeling that we're being overrun by these things.

Paul's behind me firing like a mass murderer and screaming all sorts of things at the corpses running full sprint to attempt to get inside the camp.

So coming to the conclusion that maybe people are still alive in that camp, possibly the M.I.A people meant to be commanding the Platoon behind me, I charge forward with my Ballistic Knives and unload a couple rounds of Commando ammo for when Zombies get closer.

We eventually break through the gates of Auschwitz, automatically witnessing the dead and dying bodies of the remaining Jewish race on the dirt floor and begging for help.

So most hopes of seeing our M.I.A Comrades are extinguished yet there is a chance that we'll be able to save this camp and make it a base.

Men charge in from behind me and wipe out the surviving German soldiers on sight after using them to kill off the Zombies managing to get their way into the camp.

Why should they get the chance to explain themselves? They wanted to start this s**t up again then this is what they get, it's just a shame for those German people who wanted to move on from all of that have to now endure it all over again.

Commanding they seal off any spot where Zombies may get in, we are able to use the camp survivors who still have a bit of strength left to help us get the job done until we're then able to focus on them.

I spot a little girl in a corner of the fenced compound opposite me a few meters covered in dirt, vomit, piss, blood and s**t, trembling and cowering away while she cries and screams for her mother.

Picking her up and holding her as if she's as frail as porcelain, I tell her everything's going to be alright as I hold in tears of my own.

This little girl couldn't be any younger than my eight year old sister Anja back in Russia, her teary doe eyes staring back into mine when I load her into the trucks that answered our call.

I'm only eighteen and next in command, so I'm glad to have the experience in dealing with scared and crying children unlike the rest of the men here. That was my first job when I joined the Army to get all the kids out of harm's way and now I'm to do that, make sure the base is secure for more backup to come and lead a Platoon of men!

I spot more Russian army trucks and tanks coming from the horizon for the remaining survivors, backup and hopefully a way out of this mess.

Letting the group of trucks in while the tanks take care of the Zombies around the compound, someone of higher rank than me takes over and I'm relieved of the pressure of getting these men and myself out of here alive.

Taking one last glace at the sunken eyes, bony arms, legs and torso of a Jewish man last to be loaded into the vehicles, I watch the doors slam shut and the truck speed off with thoughts of will the convoy of trucks even make it back out of here.

We finish evacuating the men, women and children from the camp and hear the screaming of the dead coming for us now after giving up on our men in vehicles.

Army tanks and artillery trucks come screeching towards the base s***h camp, shooting and running the Zombies over as they pass and relieving the slowly retreating tanks that first arrived.

Sensory guns are currently set up in watchtowers, walls of Nazi Zombies falling with grenades exploding all around them and creating crawlers or limbless Zombies out of the ones who made it through each explosion.

The shouting of men, gun fire, outbursts of grenades and smoke canisters accompanied with the clicking of magazines being changed, stop all around me as the distant sounds of war continue to rage on.

"What's going on?" a Soldier yells a few meters behind.

"I don't know, but it doesn't sound good." I grunt before scanning the area once more.

With the fading screams seeming to get louder and louder as the seconds tick past, my heart creeping closer and closer up my throat until swallowing it and finding my balls.

The ground trembles beneath our feet, screeches and other demonic sounds making it to my ears as the men behind me start swearing in their mother tongue.

Squinting in the distance a black mass heads straight for us, the ground still rumbling beneath us whilst the hoard inches closer each breath I take.

Taking in our numbers and theirs, I'll be honest with you I don't think we're going to make it this time. Either we get more men or a miracle f*****g happens!

"Brace yourselves men, this is going to get messy!" I scream at the top of my lungs, the men erupting into a chant for the men in the Red Army while getting ready for the Hell that's about to come charging through them gates.

"Sir Alexander Kischev says that he and more men are coming now!" Levi roars over the guns and tanks.

As he says that more allied tanks begin rumbling up from behind the camp and firing at the dead, large rounds setting of and taking out large chunks of earth and Zombies as they impact the ground. Though it still isn't enough for what's sprinting for us.

One of the giant gates at the back of the base opens, at least a hundred or more men storming in and firing through the fences around us without a second to even get themselves prepared.

The Zombies are falling fast, but not fast enough and these newly positioned Comrades know.

"We need to go it's a f*****g death trap in here!" Yaakov bellows in my ear, my brain registering what he's telling me before I give him a nod and we start to evacuate the camp s***h poorly protected base.

Men sprint past me and out the gates while some climb into tanks and trucks, my legs taking me to the nearest exit and leaping over fallen Jews or Nazis.

Fighter jets and planes shoot over us, showering the Zombies in bullets and bombs yet I still run and don't even care if I'm wiped out at this point, anything to get me out of this f*****g place.

I feel a pair of hands yank me up from the ground, only to fall face first onto something metal though my nose hurting from the impact drags me instantly back to the now and I know I'm still alive, still f*****g breathing and living another day to fight back this Hell from breaking loose all over Germany, then Europe, then the rest of the f*****g world.

Sitting up and making sure my mask is still intact, I find myself in the back of one of the trucks with Alexander grinning at me, a grin of my own finding its way to my lips as a hoarse chuckle sounds in the back of my throat.

"Couldn't leave you." he laughs then fires at the running Zombies only a few inches away from my head.

Grenades and guns continue to fire and explode all around us, that scary but peaceful silence gone for good yet happy it is considering I was more on edge then than I am now with everything happening all at once.

A Soldier in the back with me pulls out a fancy looking gun, the Zombies flying through the air backwards until having their limbs torn off and exploding further when he pulls the trigger.

"What's that?" I shout while staring at the gun in the Soldier's hands.

It's a large thing probably the size of one and a half watermelons with cool looking buttons and a lever to release the empty magazines, out the bottom.

"Zeus Cannon, our base has just brought in a shipment of these guns and a new one called the Ray Gun as well. They're called that because these bad boys radiate radiation, so lucky we have these suits on then aye Comrades?" he explains with a devilish grin, the men in the back of the artillery truck laughing then watching the said Ray Gun in action.

It's the size of a handgun maybe a bit bigger with the entire thing a weird black metal material and streaks of metallic red running through it, the thing weirdly rounded at the butt so when you snap the barrel of the gun down to throw in weird glowing red rocks, they are held in there due to the design of the gun and you're back in action.

I laugh and peer back at the running Zombies that seem to be everywhere, no amount of weapons or men sufficing for what's craving our flesh.

The truck speeds off faster yet the Zombies still gain on us, something I didn't know was possible considering how quick we're travelling.

Up ahead we witness the gates of a Russian base opening up, rockets shooting past us and blowing up Zombies by the hundreds while the Red Army's flag flaps gently in the breeze, as if welcoming me back to safer hands and grounds.

"We're almost there!" I yell to the men in the truck, watching all of their faces relax in relief yet prepare for what the base might have installed for us next.

"We are yet again saved by our brothers!" I chuckle to Alexander who only grins back when we drive into the base.

The Red Army swarm around the trucks when the rest of us enter the camp, the huge gates slamming shut with a loud bang and sending the entire camp into pandemonium at the added numbers the base as now acquired.

I will admit the area's huge with jets occupying one half of the base, all readying for take-off as the ground rumbles with the roar of the jet engines.

Eventually the runway clears and jets can now takeoff, the engines screaming past me and the other Soldiers whilst they fly towards the dark sky.

Roskov the leader of the whole base calls us men in, the tall built man with a shaved head and sporting the Russian combat uniform consisting of dark grey and black boots, while wiping the muck and grime from his cut face.

He jumps on the hood of a tank, silencing the men instantly as we take in the roars of battle in the distance and screaming dead wanting to come in.

Is he mad about something? Well of course he is we're all f*****g angry though by the looks of things, he's about to give us a speech.

The Zombies have to be close to tearing our defensive walls down we don't have time for this s**t! Whatever it is it better be worth our f*****g time!

"Men we're winning the war but we need more men on that battlefield. The Zombie population's falling slowly, but at least it's falling. The Nazis have lost the war once and they'll lose again! The only thing these Nazis did was accomplish what Hitler tried doing all of those years ago. The Jewish people have been officially wiped out and we have those Nazi f***s to blame! Australia, America, Canada, Italy, Ukraine, England and others have been called in and are currently zoning in on our location. The most effective weapons are the Ray Gun and Zeus Cannon. All planes, jets, trucks and tanks have been armed with Ray Guns and Zeus Cannons. If we hit these things with all we got, then we'll win it quicker than it started. This war's raged on long enough, it's time for it to f*****g end!" he shouts as said weapons are passed around to the roaring troops.

Storming out of the gates with my Comrades beside me once again, my heart beats though not with fear, with the adrenaline knowing we may still have a chance left. That and I'm finally able to test out these new guns I saw in action less than an hour ago.

Glancing up at the sky and witnessing when our jets along with the allied have returned, they begin their reign of terror on the dead when they rain down green bullets and bombs.

It's the same ammunition you'd use in the Ray Gun yet different colour, the Zombies dying before exploding into nothing as soon as the fancy tech bullets or bombs come in contact with them.

The tanks though are a bit different considering they have Zeus Cannon ammunition coming out instead of rockets, watching whilst miles of Zombies are pushed back and a sinister laugh sounds in the back of my throat when they're blown to pieces.

Grenades have changed also, exploding that green Radiation s**t and anything else in a five mile radius. That's why men have been advised to be careful on the battlefield due to the new weapons we have, may not be so easy on our suits.

Taking in the view all around, I can't shake the sense of victory that washes over me. I knew we were going to win this war it was just a matter of when.

Either way dead or alive the Russians will always fight.