I run through the trenches, my heart racing. Every step I take, mud splashes everywhere. Rain and debris hit my helmet as explosions throw dirt in every direction. Several soldiers run around me as they try to dodge the incoming fire. Eventually, I trip on a body and fall into the wet dirt, my helmet falling off. I slowly get up, mud covering my uniform and face. I grab my dirty helmet and put it back on. Quickly, I stand up and continue running. As I'm running, I notice that everyone in the trench is dead, their bodies limp, standing still in the dirt. I stop, and slowly back away from this sight and turn back around to see the same thing.
Then, my heart stops. The bodies start to rise, almost come back to life. They look rotten, torn like they had just been shredded. I pull up my rifle and aim at one of the reanimated corpses, but then I hear footsteps behind me, too. I turn around once again and see the corpses walk towards me, swaying back and forth. I turn to the trench wall and climb over it. When I reach the surface, I'm greeted by a horde of the undead. I start to run, but find out I'm just running in place, not gaining speed. The horde soon reaches me, and I scream in pain as they devour my body.
I continue this loud scream as I shoot up in my bed. I notice my heart is pounding. Quickly, I realize it was a dream. I can feel my hands shaking. This nightmare has been haunting me for weeks. I climb out of bed and walk across the room to an open window. I can see it's night, and the streetlamps are shining upon the small town. When I look down at the ground through the window, I see few soldiers and civilians walking around. Curious, I return to my bed to dig through my bag and try to find my pocket watch.
Thankfully, I find it and look at what time it is. 3:23. I sigh, and put on my uniform and cap. I open the door and leave the building. As I step outside, I feel the night's cold air. Deciding to take a walk, I stroll down the silent street, the only sounds being small winds, animals, and people walking. When I reach a streetlamp, I pull out a cigarette and light it. As I inhale the smoke, I see two civilians rush into an alleyway, one carrying a briefcase. I don't take suspicion of it, they may just be trying to get home, or they're lost. I throw my cig at the ground and stomp it. As I stomp it, I hear grunting and movement coming from the alley.
When I look back at the alley, I see one of the civilians standing over a corpse, screwdriver in hand. I immediately pull out my handgun, and approach them, telling them to turn around slowly. The killer turns to look at me, charges at me. I squeeze the trigger, and the body falls limp. I walk to the body in the alley, they have multiple stab wounds in their stomach. As I'm inspecting the body, I take notice of a slightly open briefcase next to them. Pulling the case towards me, I open it and there's nothing inside. I'm exhausted at this point, because I have only received 4 hours of sleep in the past 3 days. I hear multiple footsteps, and turn around to see a few soldiers.
"We heard gunfire, is everything ok?" The middle soldier asks. I can tell all of them are tired, there're black rings under their eyes.
"It was a murder. I was smoking a cig near that streetlamp when I saw two civilians walk into this alley with a briefcase. I heard movement and grunting, and when I looked back at the alley, one of them stabbed the other. I pulled out my gun and demanded the killer turns around slowly. He charged at me and I shot him." I explained, standing up.
I walked out of the alley, ready to help them take care of this scene. I notice that the dead civilian isn't dead, their mouth is moving. Quickly, I rush over to them to hear what they're saying. I crouch down next to them, and they grasp my hand. They only tell me 3 words. "Die untoten kommen."
The next day, every soldier in the town was called to briefing. We had to assist a trench line that connected to an extremely important lab site. Apparently, the site was trying to figure out ways to make German soldiers more durable in combat. We all got into the convoy and drove off.
When we arrived, the trench was being hammered. The excessive rain was making it a little hard to see. All of us climbed out of the cars and rushed the trench. Right when I entered, several bombs struck the trench. I was knocked side to side, and sprinted through.
I run through the trenches, my heart racing. Every step I take, mud splashes everywhere. Rain and debris hit my helmet as explosions throw dirt in every direction. Several soldiers run around me as they try to dodge the incoming fire. Eventually, I trip on a body and fall into the wet dirt, my helmet falling off. I slowly get up, mud covering my uniform and face. I grab my dirty helmet and put it back on. Quickly, I stand up and continue running. Suddenly, a bomb strikes the trench and I get knocked to the side, my vision goes blurry. I groan in pain, but keep going. When I start running, I notice that everyone in the trench is dead, their bodies limp, standing still in the dirt. I stop, and slowly back away from this sight and turn back around to see the same thing.