Karl has moved out with a team and some supplies to secure any civilian they come across and send them to safety. 5 german trucks with only 10 soldiers have rolled out and set their way North to Luxembourg and Belgium to help the people in need. Some french villigers have joined them and they brought some firearms to defend the civilians. The monsters or "Zombiens" as called by the german recruits have been spotted eating corpses in the way up north. The soldiers and villagers tried to kill them but a soldier's been infected.The others said"Put off the place where he was bitten!" Karl had no other choice than cut off the poor man's hand.One of the villagers have bandaged it and secured it from infection.
Paris, France It had been George's third day as a decoder in the French bunker under the Eiffel Tower. Although repetitive, George was always hard at work with the constant tapping and decoding of the German orders. He was lucky to be drafted into the intelligence group, but the noise drove him nuts. Every day, the orders were the same of attacking and defending, counter attacking and tactical retreat... Nothing amused him. The others around him either spoke French (which George called a bastard language) or ignored him. Today, was no different until around midnight, just before he went off to his bunk for his six hour nap. The tapping sounded familiar... It was something he had heard of before the war, something he heard when he was a toe boat driver. It was an S.O.S. At first, George thought this was a joke. The Germans knew that the enemy were trying to decode their messages and were trying to trick them. George ignored it and left to hand his work to the tacticians. When he came back fifteen minutes later, the tapping continued. It wasn't just one though, four transmissions were happening at the same time, all tapping S.O.S... When one stopped, a new one began. "This is bloody nuts..." George called a technician to have a look at the machine, but he found nothing wrong. Eventually his desk was surrounded by the whole cabinet, trying to think what was happening. Then a French transmission began to repeat the same message. S.O.S.... V.O.U.S...A.V.E.Z...M.O.R.T.E.R...M.A.I.S...V.I.E.Z... A fellow Englishman translated for the rest. "They are dead but live??? What is that suppose to mean?" 'Well, that means no break for me' George thought with pity. Little did he know, his days were gonna get longer and longer.
