Cole grabbed his gun by the barrel and ran for the German. With a yell, he swung for his head just as he turned towards him. The nazi's head snapped around and it slumped to the ground. Cole and Kricheck came over and looked at the body. Kricheck whistled.
"Damn, took a lickin'. Thanks for showing up, don't know how much longer I would've lasted. They hadn't really noticed us all that much," As if on cue, a loud moan sounded from where Cole came from.
"Goddammit! There's more, should we run?" Cole asked. Three of the monstrosities shambled around the corner, looked at the two Americans, and ran at them with bloodstained mouths. Then, two fell backwards with holes in their heads. The third made it another two steps before it was shot too.
"That you down there private? Or do I need to put one in you too?" a voice from the ceiling shouted down.
"Allester! Good to see you, yea we're alive. Thanks for saving our asses man, you got anyone else up there withh you?"
"No, why don't y'all come on up?" Allester said. Cole and Kreichek moved towards a barricaded staircase where the two had gone up.
"Oh, and by the way, the only way to put these guys down is to shoot them in the head. So don't miss. And don't get bit either."
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