The battlefields of world war 2 has been reduced to a shattered wasteland of the dead. The fallen Third Reich rise as the undead. The powers that have given life to this evil are yet to be stopped by the Heroes of different nations. Putting aside th...
DIVISION 9's SWAMP FACILITY OKINAWA JAPAN OCTOBER 21ST, 1945
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Jp slept on the boat coughing and wheezing. The four were not in great shape. Sierra was worried about Jp entirely. "You say you known him your entire life?" John asked Dee. "If calling him a jap makes you feel better Commie then don't! He's my brother and if anyone speaks on it gets a fist" "Your loyalty to your brother is appreciated it Dee. I meant no harm in asking. I thought my life was bad but seeing him like this. I pity him" John said. "Jp will pull through. He has too or we would have died at sea" Dee said. Sierra was looking down at Jp and shedded a tear. "Braline...wake up. Wake up!" She nearly shouted. Jp jerked up grabbing his katana but Sierra stopped him. "It's okay. It's only me" Sierra said hugging him. Jp panted and held her in his arms. "So you're really Japanese?" She asked. Before Dee could say anything John stopped him. "Yes I am" Jp said no longer hiding from it. "You don't have to hide anything from me. Never again. Just...please don't" Jp nodded as the boat jerked forward. They arrived. Sierra helped Jp stand and get off the boat. "What is this place?" Dee asked. "Looks a hidden secret" "The Germans handed us over to the Japanese. Looks like the japs are in on the war machine too" Dee said. "We have no weapons. Our pistols are more useless than a empty vodka bottle" John said sighing. "Which means we might run into the dead...again" Jp said holding his katana and taking point. Sierra had her dagger and French MAC50 as John had his TOKAREV at the ready as Dee held his 1911.
"I'm getting a really bad feeling from this place" Dee said. "Same here" Jp agreed, without Myka Guiding them they didn't know where to start. Jp listened to his surroundings and heard the nature around them. Even he sensed something was wrong with the swamp. The thunder was the only thing that broke the silence. "It's empty" Dee and John started searching the huts. Sierra stayed closed to Jp. If he didn't know any better he'd say this girl was down to earth for him. The silence was broken by the sounds of the dead finally approaching.
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"Oh yeah, my gun was starting to feel dry! BRING IT MOTHERFUCKERS!" Dee raised his weapon up and started firing his weapon. "Dee no!" Sierra yelled. It was as if the swamp was waiting for prey to sink its teeth into. The dead were onto them now. "We're not alone" Jp held my katana and the dead started pouring in. A corpse made a grab for Jp but he swung his katana down severing its arm from its body.
