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I can't believe Reggie is gone Brad Kennedy thought to himself. They ripped him apart what was the matter with them. Kennedy had seen the horrors of this war at first hand, but not like this. He had lost 5 good friends since this war started. However they had all been shot, human jaws had eaten Reggie. What the fuck were they doing at this place? "Hey man there's nothing more we can do" his friend Roberts said, " we have to get out of here I saw a runway next to this place with a bomber ready to take off we can use that". Roberts smiled at him, most guys in the service had a problem with Roberts because he was black. Kennedy thought he was cool always there for a pat on the shoulder.

They seemed to be in the dungeon of the castle. Large ovens where people were baked alive seemed to spand the wall for miles. "come on let's get to the runway", Roberts said.

"Right lets go", Kennedy replied. They began to run down the hall when they heard a woman screaming. They bolted to the sound and saw what had caused it. Several of the things were gathered in front of a cell. "Remember aim for the heads, that's how we got them in the yard" Roberts said. They fired their automatic riffles at the creatures and took them down. There was a young girl of about 20 in the cell. She opened the door and stepped out, without the guards no one was there to lock it. She had long brown hair and was wearing one of the death uniforms the nazis used, a green skirt and blouse with a yellow star patched on it.

"Thank god you've come", she said. She had some sort of accent. "Are you British," she asked. "Better, we're Americans," Kennedy replied. At the sight of those things in the yard Kennedy thought all the prisoners were dead. "How did you escape from all that happened here, better yet what happened here?" Kennedy asked. "Its that crazy woman Veronica, she killed everybody she likes to keep the young people for her more bizarre experiments," she told him," I was going to be next. "Experiments, what experiments?" Roberts asked. "Something about the ultimate solider," she replied. " My name is Lieutenant Brad Kennedy this is Commander Roberts," Kennedy told her. "My name is Lisa Janowski, I used to live in Warsaw before me and my family were taken here" she had tears in her eyes;" my parents are dead". "How do you know," Kennedy asked. "You just shot them," she replied.

Kennedy stared down at the things he had just killed I'm going to kill the motherfuckers that did this he thought. "Lets get the fuck out of here, we can use the bomber to blow this place to fuckin hell," Roberts said. All of a sudden they heard something cry out. It sounded like a woman being possessed by a demon from hell. The ceiling seemed to be on fire but it wasn't burning. Kennedy thought he saw a woman's face in the flame but it must have been his imagination. Just as suddenly as they appeared the flames disappeared into the ceiling. Then the doors to the ovens opened and burnt dried out corpses began climbing out. Lisa screamed Kennedy and Roberts began firing. They had taken out half of them. When the front door to the dungeon broke down.

Instantly dozens of corpses piled into the room. "Run for the elevator, in the back," Kennedy yelled. Instantly they were in the elevator. Kennedy shut the gate instantly while Roberts fumbled with the elevator keys. The creatures clawed at the gate as the doors closed. Roberts was eyeing a map of the facility and suggested they take the elevator to the top floor, because it would be free of the undead. Cross it to the primary elevator and then down to the runway. Kennedy agreed then pushed the button to take them to the top floor. Just then they heard the strange cry again.

Whatever it was, it was in the elevator shaft. They heard a thump on top of the car. Then without warning a human hand tore a hole into the ceiling. An arm stretched in and reached for them. It appeared to be female but the flesh was a gray green color. Roberts screamed and shot at it. Several bullets tore holes into the flesh. As if by magic the wounds healed instantly. The hand reached for Roberts, and he shot at it again. The hand pulled back into the elevator shaft. "What the fuck was that," Roberts said. As if answering his question a pair of glowing red eyes appeared in the darkness of the shaft. Whatever it was, all the three of them could see were the eyes it was too dark to see anything else. Kennedy could see the fury in the eyes; the pupils were a brighter red than the rest of the eyes. They were staring right at Roberts.

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