Hells Bells

A Nazi Zombie?

Originally Written in 2022

June 7th, 2025. Deton Prison. Appalachia, West Virginia.

The sound of scraping resonates through the mess hall, as guards drag an unwilful prisoner to an elevator. The prisoner is thrown into the elevator. They try to stand up but are knocked back down by an electric staff being jabbed into their side. The guards leave the elevator and send it back to the surface. The girl catches her breath and starts laughing in the lonely elevator. The elevator comes to a stop with the doors opening and two MK78s walking in and dragging her out to an interrogation room. They let her go and walk back toward the elevator. The woman stares at the door watching the people in the room look over files. The door opens and she is ushered in and sat in a chair across the table from the interrogator. The restraints are removed from her wrists and the interrogator clears his throat.

INTER: The United States and the Grand Army of the Republic, require your assistance Petra Von Bremen. You name the requirements, and we'll void all crimes against you.

The woman stares with disdain at the man. Before responding in a slight German accent.

PETRA:... You'd expect me to believe your lies? The man that put me here told me how you treated your world's Nazis, with brutality and little mercy.

She leans back in her chair.

PETRA: Also you're the person who stepped in front of your government and told them the experiments I did were inhumane and barbaric. The time I've been here has shown me how hypocritical you Americans are, especially utilizing equipment that was made from human tissue and a robotic shell.

INTER: That information hasn't been made public.

PETRA: I have my ways.

She lowers her shirt collar revealing a few hickeys.

PETRA: Give a man what he wants and he'll sing like a bird.

She leans forward resting her arms on the table.

PETRA: What are you willing to do besides the crimes, to get me to work for you?

INTER: A private facility in northern Texas, access to non critical genetic research, and anything you so choose.

She leans back into her chair giving the man a smirk.

PETRA: I want a guarantee by your superiors that I will not be thrown back in jail after you use me. I want the man who dismantled and killed my precious subjects nowhere near me, and finally I want my dear husband back.

INTER: I can work something out with my superiors and you don't have to worry about that man, he died over a year ago... would you mind telling me who your husband is?

The interrogator feels a tap on his shoulder, with one of the guards leaning in.

GUARD: The husband is that zombie German general that we captured along with her.

INTER: The one on level 4?

GUARD: Yes.

The guard steps back and the interviewer looks back to Petra.

INTER: Do you want him now or after you arrive in Texas?

PETRA: I would like to see him now.

INTER: Alright after your little reunion you will be sent to Texas and put to work immediately.

PETRA: Could I make one more request?

The man nods.

PETRA: I would like my and my husband's uniforms back... of course with nothing changed including the symbol you all hate.

INTER: ...Okay.

The woman is escorted out of the room. The interrogator puts his head in his hands letting out a defeated sigh.