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Now we knew how to end it. Now we knew exactly when it had to be done...

Saturday the 14th of February - Morning.

..."At once, today, right away!" Both I and my new friend Miroslav were eager to move on. Tatyana on the other hand kept her cool, and she had a point.
How could we hurry anywhere when we didn't know where to find The Dark Council. We were lucky to have her lead us.


In fact when I come to think of it she's an admirable woman.
First of all her wits. It's amazing how she knows what to do and where to go - always finding the best solution.
And beautiful - without doubt. Her exotic eastern European facial features. Her light brown eyes. Not to mention her slim fit figure, perhaps apart from her cute yet large belly which often seems to peep out beneath her white shirt.
Last but not least her expertise with a rifle is nothing less than sexually arousing.
I feel my entire body fill with lust every time I take a moment to truly appreciate her elegance while she takes down a whole bunch of walking corpses with long distance headshots.
A truly stunning woman...

...I wonder what she thinks of me?



Tatyana was cursing her luck. Not only was she still to figure out how to locate The Dark Council while nursing two morons, now she also had to carry around an even greater burden - which got heavier by the day - in her belly.
All of a sudden the discount she'd received from sleeping with the former owner when she bought her factory, didn't seem all that great.
At the same time she would now have a little bastard reminding her how she got to afford the very first company in her glorious business empire to come.
Another dark memory to haunt her already damaged soul.




Sunday the 17th of February - Afternoon

She loves me... She loves me not? Tatyana has been quiet of late. Perhaps she has also just realized her feelings for me, feeling shy and insecure?
Actually.. That makes good sense. In a way I've felt it since the first time I laid eyes on her - that we were a perfect match. A couple ment to be.




Miroslav was happier than ever. The blood rage which had driven him into this quest against evil was long gone now.
Instead the desire for an even greater glory than the geeky title as "king of all gamers," kept him going. The chance to become a real war hero. An idol. A legend.
Miroslav appreciated the company as well He felt safe having Tatyana cover his back in battle and leading them in general.
It was like nothing bad could ever happen as long as she was around.
Then there was "Mental" - as he and Tatyana would call him behind his back.
But apart from being a bit weird and at times speaking to himself, Miroslav enjoyed having someone around to talk to as their female leader hardly ever spoke.
At times he and "Mental" would sit for hours at the campfire and exchange stories about the past after Tatyana went to sleep. And "Mental" had a way to tell stories with the utmost enthusiasm.

The last days had been a bit awkward though. Tatyana seemed extremely irritable and even less talkative than usual - probably that time of the month.
And "Mental" a bit freaky as well - constantly staring at her.
Observing his large gazing eyes revealed a disturbing sick part of his personality that scared the midget a bit, as did his grumpy female companion. So he kept his distance - patiently waiting for things to return to normal.




Wednesday the 18th of February - Sunrise

Something wonderful has happened. I can't even find the words to describe how thrilled I am.
After some quiet days where all three of us have been keeping to ourselves, an old friend has reappeared in my life.
It's Peter - or at least his spirit. He's whispering to me through the barrel of my shotgun. I first heard him yesterday night when I woke up from another nightmare.
A husky voice calling for me. Of course I'm not crazy - I know shotguns can't speak - and after pressing the end of the barrel against my ear, carefully listening to the silent whisper inside - I recognized his voice.
Peter. My first love.




Monday the 23rd of February

She smiled... She smiled at me. I cant believe the feelings I have for her really are mutual. I would never have thought a woman like her could fancy me. I must be the luckiest man alive...

...And I owe it all to Peter.
Each night when the others are asleep I have been communicating with Peter while moving the hollow end of the weapon between my mouth and my ear - sharing opinions and stories.
Last night he told me to man up and make a move on Tatyana. I was skeptic at first, but as he correctly pointed out - women love gifts. It would be the perfect icebreaker.
So today at noon while the others were resting, I went out on my own.
I started circling the area while keeping within a running distance of my companions who had taken shelter in a church.
The stench in this once so populated area of Copenhagen was horrible. It was almost impossible to walk on the pavement, without stepping on a flabby rotting corpse or the bugs feeding on it.
I tried my best to ignore the crunchy sounds of my footsteps and started focusing on the different shops. A dress? Somehow it didn't seem like something for Tatyana. If she really wanted one she would have taken it already.
What then? Flowers? I figured that wouldn't be such a bad idea, and that I should be able to find some wild snowdrops in the area known as Christiania close to the church.
Encouraged by this thought, I picked up the pace and started running towards my new destination.

I had barely turned around the corner and entered Christiania before a surprising sight met my eyes.
Seven infected danes feeding on what would appear to be... A fresh corpse. Those cursed abominations!
All focused on their prey they didn't even notice me as I readied my weapon and snuck up on them.
I took a second to frown upon their inhumanity - then I opened fire.
The power of my blasts combined with the close range was shredding their soft bodies into pieces - sending limbs and intestines flying in the air.
In a matter of seconds five of them were scattered all over the area in small chunks. Then came the tricky part. One of the last two zombies staggered to my left, the other to my right.
I had grown to love my weapon as the wide spread of my pellets made it almost impossible to miss a concentrated group of zombies - even for a poor shot like myself.
A single moving target on the other hand was always a challenge.
I dropped to my knee and let the barrel of my shotgun follow the infected's movement while I inhaled the cold winter air. As my lungs filled I held my breath and gently squeezed the trigger. I am a stone. I do not tremble
As my weapon roared - a thin tree splintered five meters right of my target and fell into two pieces.
Frustration quickly spread throughout my entire body and my discipline faded just as fast. Within seconds I went from frustration to anger, and instantly from anger to rage.
"AAAaaaaaaaaaaaRRRrrrr!" Birds, trees, graffiti-painted house walls, windows, stones, benches, signs, stray dogs - Nothing escaped my wrath as I started blasting recklessly in the direction of my enemy. Unfortunately he did, and as I loaded my weapon with the last shell, my target disappeared between two buildings.

For an instant I stared in disbelief at the havoc I had just caused, but was quickly interrupted by the other infected that suddenly came straight at me from my right.
Just in time I was able to hit it on the side of the head with the stock of my shotgun, forcing it two steps back. The walking corpse opened it's mouth wide and hissed at me, allowing me the time to flip around my shotgun and fire my last shell, while fighting the nausea provoked by it's stinking breath.
The infected's head exploded like fireworks, coloring my face red with sticky blood.
I shivered for a second in disgust, but quickly got my mind off my own hygiene as I looked down on the fresh corpse that the infected had been chewing on. Forget flowers - I had just found the perfect gift.




As "Mental" came running into the church all covered in blood and gore, Tatyana at first thought it was just a sad piece of garbage he was enthusiastically holding up in his right hand.
But as he walked up to her and handed over the bloodstained piece of paper with a proud look in his eyes like a dog returning a stick to it's master - she quickly realized that the imbecile had actually brought her something of value.
A flyer. And from what it said - war had broken out.
A rebel organization known as "The Red Brigade" had recently challenged The Dark Council and their minions for the power of the entire quarantine nation.
From the limited information provided by the flyer, The Red Brigade was of the belief that no dialog between their enemy and themselves was possible, and though greatly outnumbered by The Dark Council and all their infected minions, they'd chosen to attack them head on.
The message itself was an appeal to all danish survivors, to join the frontal attack on the enemy fortress - the state prison in Vridesløselille.
The members of this Red Brigade had to be the ones who The Dark Council had referred to as the "Dane-Killing Psychopaths" in their own propaganda and "Mental" must had noticed her great interest in the flyers she'd been picking up in the past.
Tatyana fought it but couldn't help smiling.

She now knew where to locate the men she wanted dead.



Tuesday the 24th of February

This morning we visited an abandoned hunting shop in the center of Copenhagen to restock on weapons and ammunition - mainly due to my rampage, yesterday.
Though the sign over the entrance said "Guns and Gents", the last visitors hadn't been gentleman like at all - leaving the store almost completely looted.
While going through the spread piles of random shells and bullets which the pillagers had left lying on the floor, Miroslav, who were standing guard at the entrance suddenly started to stutter:
"Some.. Someone. Come.. Coming.."
Both Tatyana and I quickly dropped what we had in our hands and ran to the entrance But just a few seconds later both of us lowered our weapons while we stared in incredulity through the shop window at a group of around twenty people standing outside looking just as surprised to see us.

We were no longer alone.



Monday the 3rd of March - Morning.

It's an interesting group of people we've been following for the last six days.
Originally an entire film crew - smuggled inside the borders by choppers after the birth of the danish quarantine nation. Their intension was to report on the violation of the human rights - putting an entire area and it's inhabitants under permanent quarantine - by making a documentary about the people trapped within.
Unfortunately the poor danes they were here to fight for, seemed to prioritize fresh meat over human rights and shortly after their arrival over half of the crew were either dead or undead.
The two mercenaries they had hired for safety, had proven to be a sound investment - keeping the rest of them alive until now.

The leader of the group, and originally director of the documentary before most of the camera-crew were lost to the hungry danes, is a black man known as "The Professor".
A man well-known and respected for his many controversial productions in the past, but according to the rest of the group - he has kind of lost it after the savage attacks on his crew.
Though he occasionally surprises everyone with a statement like: "I was seeing the red fish in the purple sky when the wolf that came from Bosnia showed me the way to nirvana" - he seems perfectly normal to me.

Then there is the two mercenaries.
The first one is known as "The Finn" - though I think his real name is Mr. Mangalore - and has a fetish for automatic weapons. He is heavily build, muscular and always wearing a white wife-beater.
I cant explain why, but everyone seem to like him even though he is simple-minded, clumsy and extremely trigger happy
I've learned that his favorite motto is; "The more rounds you fire the greater chance of a hit" - and that he was the only reason why our two groups met at "Guns and Gents" in the first place - after using eighteen clips on five zombies.

Though the other mercenary has been hired in the same bar as "The Finn" in the city of Vaasa, Finland - he seems surprisingly adept in the danish language, and many suspects him of being a pure-blood dane.
He is known as "The Brute", as he loves to get close and rough - fighting the infected hand to hand. And even though he at times take some serious beatings this way, he is always the first to join the battles and the last one to leave.
It hasn't been much fighting for him lately though, after being a friendly-fire victim of one of The Finn's firing frenzies. His right hand has been shot off, and the leftover of his arm is currently wrapped in a large bandage.

Tatyana has eagerly been trying to convince the group to join our cause against The Dark Council since the first day we met, but so far without luck.
The Professor seems unwilling to risk the lives of more of his crew, and apart from the two war-mongering mercenaries, his opinion is supported by the entire group.
This seems to frustrate her greatly.




Later that day Miroslav, who had really enjoyed some new people to talk with, was being part of the rearguard along with the two mercenaries.
They'd left the center of Copenhagen and were currently walking from town to town in the suburbs.
It was a relief to finally be out in the fresh air, far from the intense stench of the inner city, and though they would still encounter an occasional lying or walking corpse out here, the concentration of them was much lighter.
Miroslav had been walking a few feet behind the two hired guns for a while eavesdropping on their conversations. It was amazing for how long they could keep a dialog going about the same subject; killing infected danes - sounding even more enthusiastic for each story they told.
The midget couldn't help smiling from listening to all their exaggerated stories while observing their serious facial expressions - somehow they made him feel like less of a geek.
After about an hour of this the brute suddenly stopped in the middle of a story and started sniffing the air.
"I smell trouble" he said and a smirk appeared on his face.
The Finn loaded his weapon and looked equally satisfied - "It's gonna be a good day"
Then the sound of the infecteds moans reached their ears and all three of them turned around and looked back the way the came.
Not far down the road a concentrated group of defiled danes were walking towards them. There had to be at least twelve of them.
"You better stay behind me, Miro" The Finn said with a self confident look in his eyes, but in the time it took him to turn his head and address the midget - The Brute had already gained ten meters on their enemies.
"Time for a fistfight!" The Brute yelled while sprinting towards the infected.
"Wait! Stop! You cant fight - you're wounded!" The Finn shouted while trying to catch up with him.
Miroslav watched the two running mercenaries with a concerned look in his eyes, and put a hand on his holstered gun while walking towards them.
Just as The Brute was about to jump into the crowd of zombies - The Finn got his right arm around him from behind and started pulling him back.

"No! They're mine! I'm gonna smash them into jelly!" The Brute kept going, but in vein. The Finn forced him backwards towards Miroslav and then turned his deadly attention towards the enemy, while deliberately putting himself in the line of fire, so the midget couldn't get a clear shot.
"Yiiiiiihaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Mr. Mangalore failed to keep his joy hidden, as he teared the infected apart with his automatic fire. Ninety seconds later it was all over.
"Only four clips on more than ten zombies - thats a new record" he stated proudly, as he rested his assault rifle on his shoulder and started walking up the road while whistling a happy tune.
Miroslav looked up at The Brute who was standing paralyzed, staring in disbelief at the sad leftovers of the corrupted danes. "I was.. He did.. Not a single one for me.." he kept repeating over and over, clearly too shocked to move on by himself.

The midget took his hand and started guiding him towards the others.

The mental health of his guardians seemed awfully fragile.




Sunday the 22nd of March - Evening.

I haven't heard from Peter in a while. I guess he is too shy to contact me while there are other people around. Haha - my silly old friend.





Time was running out for Tatyana. According to the flyer that "Mental" had brought her, The Red Brigade was going to assault the enemy fortress in three days - the 25th of March. But all of these people were yet to be manipulated into joining her cause.
Unfortunately the only sane comments coming from the groups retarded leader, was his refusals to risk more of his crew. And they all seemed to listen to him.
The city of Albertslund where the enemy stronghold was located, was only a few hours away on foot, so there was still time. She just had to come up with something that could convince them all. The extra firepower could prove to be crucial, Tatyana knew this.

Most of the group had already gone to sleep inside their tents and Tatyana was sitting alone by the dying fire gazing into it. One malicious plan after another entered and left her mind, until her troubled facial expression slowly turned into a cunning grin.




Monday the 23rd of March - Evening

It's been a quiet day today. No clashes with the enemy - no arguments between Tatyana and the rest of the group.
I've been driving in front of the group most of the day in The Professor's jeep , sharing my own story with him in detail. It is wonderful to finally rest the legs a little and I feel privileged, as he normally don't let anyone sit with him. The two of us actually get along really well. It's like we're at the same level somehow.
Anyways, we have just entered the city of Lyngby to restock on food and medical supplies. And though we quickly spotted some distant walking zombies on our way in, The Professor's orders were clear: Do not engage - to the great disappointment of our two hired guns.
Right now the others are inside the local mall. I wanted to help with carrying, but I fear that a confrontation with the in-built greengrocer's will bring back memories and demons I am not yet ready to face.
So I stay outside - standing guard - allowing me time to update my journal.






Tatyana waited until they'd packed the jeep with groceries before she initiated her plan. Looking at the so called leader of the group sitting in their only vehicle like a king, she begged that he would be among the first casualties of her plan.
Then the convoy started moving, slowly making its way out of the city. It was time.
Tatyana slowly pulled out her hunting knife from her belt and closed her left hand around the blade.
A deep cut later her plan was initiated and her self-inflicted wound leaving a trail of blood behind.
She stayed in the rear, keeping the cut secret assisted by the evening darkness.





Tuesday 24th of March - Night

Awaken by screams of horror I quickly grabbed my shotgun and left my tent. It was chaos outside. People were running back and forth in panic between numerous of infected - that were picking them off one by one and forcing them to the ground.
The Finn who were supposed to stand guard must had fallen asleep on his watch allowing the walking dead to enter the camp unnoticed. Now they were everywhere.
I looked around at the havoc with tears in my eyes and were just about to give in to fear, as Tatyana's voice cut through the air: "Everyone to me! Gather up and defend yourselves!"
Ah yes, who other than Tatyana to speak the words of reason. Who other to guide us towards the light. Our beacon of hope in the darkness of death. A guardian angel.
I ran towards my beloved, holding my weapon tight and many followed my example.

So moments later there we were. Grouped together, back to back and surrounded by the rotting danes. Already red from the fresh blood of our early casualties their decaying mouths were still hungry for more.
They had taken us completely by surprise this time, and many of the men besides me had only had time to arm themselves with sticks and shovels.
The wall of corrupted danes surrounding us stood still for a brief moment - hissing, moaning and drooling while the traitorous danish spring weather started covering the battlefield in snow. Then they advanced.
The last I remember hearing was Tatyana crying out: "Here they come! Get ready to crush them! Fight for your lives."

Then my old thirst for revenge after the death of Peter and my determination to protect my new love, drove me berserk. Around me people were emptying their firearms into the circle of death closing in on us, thrusting heads off with shovels, smashing in faces with sticks. Each zombie to come near this last stance of defense was in for a treat. Each one of us to be isolated, fell.
It was a bloodbath. Pure carnage. A massacre...
Everything turned red.





the 24th of March - Sunrise

The next thing I remember is waking up next to two headless zombies on the snow-covered ground. As I sat up and looked around I noticed that the sad number of survivors were already busy digging graves for the fallen.
Though many friends and colleagues were lost, the saddest faces among us were those of our two mercenaries. The Brute had just returned after leaving the camp hours before the attack on a secret hunt for wandering zombies in the area, and apparently The Finn actually hadn't fallen asleep on his guard, but instead had an unexplainable jam on his rifle during the whole fight - forcing him to constantly withdraw from the advancing enemies.
Now they were sitting and holding each other - while sobbing like to fat babies.





Tatyana was thrilled. Her plan had worked to perfection. After the nights slaughter all of the remaining survivors only had one thing on their min😛 Revenge. Even the The Professor.
They were ready to rush headless in any direction she would point them. All it took was a little acting at the mass funeral, some fake tears and a fiery speech about the origin of this evil.
She was ready to take on the enemy fortress.




The 25th of March - Morning.

Tatyana send me to scout the area around The State Prison of Vridesløselille and the sight that met me was as we had feared. Thousands of infected were standing outside the fence, creating a thick wall of rotten flesh.
There was no way to sneak by.

Shortly after I reported back, The Professor revealed some secret thieving skills on an abandoned car. Then Tatyana ordered everyone into the car. We were literally lying on top of each other, but no one complained - we needed a car with roof to protect us from the masses. On top of that everyone were so focused on revenge that they seemed willing to endure anything to get it.
With fuel from The Professor's jeep, we made our new closed ride functional and our own way into prison area.

The gate smashed open as we drove into it and The Finn who was driving pulled the handbrake just as we entered the prison perimeter.
We quickly exited the car and closed the gate behind us, isolating the zombie army on the outside.
We had reached our destination and there seemed to be no infected danes on this side of the fence.
The adrenaline was still pumping after our bold massive hit 'n run entry, but we had to keep moving fast to keep the element of surprise.
The enemy fortress was at our feet. Now our next obstacle would be to find a way in.
It's cold solid brick-walls seemed unclimbable and the dark gates sealing the main entrance would undoubtedly be locked.
But even before we could initiate a search for back doors the massive gates started shaking - then slowly opening.
Two by two the warrior elite of the enemy was marching forward, lead by The Dark Council: The Count, his two ministers and the protégé - the Bright Initiate Tested Clean of Honor. There were around 50 of them total.
I remembered Tatyana briefly referring to these warriors as The Dire Disciples - the most fanatic servants of this horrible evil.
Then The Protégé suddenly noticed our blood splattered car parked next to the fence and turned his head right, staring directly at us.
A loud shriek left his little mouth and the entire train of enemies stopped and turned their attention at us.
Then there was silence. We simply stood and stared at them like they did at us. Gazing into their black evil eyes - their cruel faces, perhaps just like they experienced ours. It was as if time itself had stopped - paralyzing all of us.





Tatyana was shocked. She recognized the mastermind in power. She knew The Count.
It was the former owner of her factory. In a way she had known all along. Probably the reason why the thought of taking out The Dark Council had come to her so quickly.
So he was the one i charge. He was the one to overthrow in order to control the quarantine nation.. ..But most importantly - he was the one responsible for her being fat!
As the first she raised her firearm




Miroslav was quick to follow Tatyana's example and started emptying his handgun into the enemy line. The Minister of Finance ordered their minions forward, and then fled back into the fortress.

What a battle. Though Miroslav and the rest were outnumbered and the elite enemy warriors moved much faster than the ordinary rotten danes - the first enemy wave was repelled thanks to the superior firepower of the defenders.
Unlike the Minister of Finance - The Count, The Minister of Foreign Affairs and The Protégé were still participating in the fight and the only enemies with firearms.
It would seem that The Finn had found his match in The Protégé who seemed just as trigger-happy, though his accuracy was at least as poor. He personally led the second wave

From the very first minutes of fighting it was amazing to observe how loved The Count was amongst his own. Even when he made a seldom tactical mistake, placing himself in a vulnerable spot on the battlefield, he ended up unharmed - having all his disciples jump in front of the bullets, making themselves the center of the attacks and giving him time to recover while retaliating with a few snapshots.
But even for a midget placed in the middle of this hectic chaos it quickly came clear that they were winning the showdown, as the Dire Disciples fell one by one. The Count had obviously also noticed this, as he commanded his young protégé out on a suicide mission.
While his rotten allies were being slaughtered by heavy gunfire, covering the ground in pink brain mass on both sides of him - the already heavily wounded unproven lieutenant started running past "baby-hobbit" and the other intruders, towards the fence gate.
Miroslav's eyes opened up full in panic, as he realized that The Protégés mission were open the gate, granting entrance for the entire zombie army. The midget began blasting wholes in the back of the enemy lieutenant while crying out in an attempt to warn the others of this new threat.
The Protégé however seemed unstoppable though over half of the group almost instantly focused their fire on him - stripping his body of large chunks of flesh. It was too late. He successfully opened the gate and then turned around, ready for another charge - this time with an entire army of infected danes to back him up.
While reloading his handgun, Miroslav couldn't help wonder how this protégé who was clearly without any tactical skills whatsoever, could keep surviving the countless hits he kept exposing himself to and then find the will to come back for more.






The Brute was not late to react as the infected army started swarming the area inside the fence. His wounded arm had forced him to compromise with his principles - abandoning his preferred hand to hand approach.
Yet with his extreme thirst for action he had quickly overcome the dissatisfaction of using a firearm and The Brute was the first man to charge the zombie army, jumping on top of the parked car and shooting the walking dead as they came by.

The Finn was right on his tale letting the infected surround him, just to pop their heads with his automatic fire while spinning around.

The Count and The Minister of Finance, used the distraction of the advancing zombie army to fall back and flee the area through secret back doors - the last we ever saw of them.

The two mercenaries were doing great damage to the enemy front line, but you had to be a fool not to see that there was too many of them.
In a matter of minutes their decaying mouths would be feeding on our half dead bodies, sucking every last drop of life out of us. There could be no victory. There was no escape.







Then, for some reason the army of infected danes suddenly stopped advancing on us and most of them turned their attention towards something outside the fence.
It was impossible to see what was going on behind the thousands of zombies, but a rough drumming sound slowly began to deafen the moans and hisses of the undead army.
Then about a dozen deep male voices cried out: "Матушка-Русь!".
Tatyana and Miroslav looked at each other. That was no zombie-shout. That was russian!
The Brute climbed to the roof of the parked car and reported what he saw.
A small group of around 12 fully armored men were marching towards the infected army while banging on their huge shields with their batons for every second step they took.
The Red Brigade had arrived.

Tatyana was quick to react. While the infected danes started walking towards the newcomers, led by the tireless protégé - she ordered the fence gate closed.
Miroslav and "Mental" followed her instructions, though sending her a doubtful look while doing so.
"They're trained fighters - they'll be alright" She explained, as the they closed the gate - sealing The Red Brigade on the outside along with the thousands of zombies.






The dark gates of the fortress were left open, and Tatyana quickly split us up in teams of two in order to swiftly investigate the many small passages and cells of the state prison.
With especially the The Finn in mind, she ordered everyone to put on the orange prison uniforms we found just inside the huge hallway, hoping to avoid further friendly fire incidents.
Tatyana and Miroslav teamed up and chose the stairs down to the dungeon-like cellar. The Brute 'n Finn began exploring the ground floor.
I was paired with the Professor, and while the others started exploring the enemy fortress, we took our time to observe the fight on the other side of the fence.
As the zombie army, led by The Protégé, clashed with The Red Brigade - The 12 russian resistance fighters fell into a turtle-formation and unleashed their war cry
"Матушка-Русь!" - This time even louder than before. To the great surprise of both The Professor and myself, one of the Dire Disciples who had been lying lifeless among the corpses of his breathless brethren, suddenly started moving.
The disciple forced himself up on all four, and began to shake.
Then, within less than a second, the at first rather skinny undead mutated to three times his original size and grew an extra set of arms while drooling brown blood down his new pale torso.
It seemed like the very sound of the The Red Brigade had awoken an inner wrath in the disciple and provoked the creation of this new ghastly abomination.
Yet the phenomenon behind this creature were the last of our worries, as I and The Professor were standing right in its path towards the russian rebels on the other side of the fence.
I threw myself to the right as it came at us, but The Professor was late to react and as the giant beast passed us he got clawed by one of its newly mutated arms.
Luckily, the mutated abomination didn't return for seconds. Instead it leaped past the grid fence, crushing a couple of random zombies as it landed on the other side, and started making its way towards The Red Brigade.
For a second the professor stared in disbelief at his wound, but quickly got a determined look on his face and turned his attention towards me.
"I've been infected.. End it."






Miroslav and Tatyana were walking side by side through the cold hallways of the deepest prison cellar level. Down there The Dark Council had been keeping their greatest opponents locked up ever since they gained control of the nation back in January.
Now all the small cellar rooms behind the thick iron bar doors were either empty or holding a skinny rotting corpse. The whole place had a stench of death to it.
About half way through the two companions noticed a husky snigger from one of the cells right ahead of them. As they slowly approached it, they were met by the whispering voice of an old man talking to himself.
Just outside the prison cell a long inscription on the wall left of the sealed entrance were describing the sad life of the inmate.
Throughout his entire life, an obsession to discover the perfect ideology had have him prioritize work over friends, family and general social contact.

Each failure only inspired the lost soul further, and all of a sudden time had transformed the once young and handsome individual into to an old man. Yet his extraordinary willpower never aged.
A dark December day in 2008 he finally succeeded - inventing political perfection. He had the ingredients of Utopia. A perfect red.

Miroslav and Tatyana looked at each other. This was the founder of The Red Brigade.
Inside the cell stood a small slim man at the rear wall with his back to them - continuing his conversation with himself.
"They.. They took away my red uniform - yes they did.. Undead thieves.. *he he he*... But I tricked them, *he he he*.. Creating my own red uniform!"
The mad prisoner turned around, revealing his completely blood-covered front and started walking towards the two visitors with his arms stretched out towards them.
"All it took was a few cuts to the veins.. *he he* .. *ha ha* .. *WAAHAHAHAAAA!*
Once again Miroslav and Tatyana looked at each other - this time exchanging skeptical gazes. Then they moved on.
Shortly afterwards the prisoner started shouting behind them. "BETRAYAL! BETRAYAL!"
Somethings were simply too freaky to be unleashed upon the world.






Outside the fence The Red Brigade was being completely overrun, getting crushed one by one - massacred by the meager masses.
On the inside, The Professor was growing impatient with my lack of resoluteness and started raising his voice.
"Don't you let me turn into one of those things. Come on! Do it! Do it now!"
Yet still I hesitated. It all just felt wrong.
I sensed a sudden dizziness and my vision got blurred. The shape of The Professor changed back and forth between his original and that of a giant pineapple - and faster the louder he got.
I simply couldn't do it and to the great disappointment of my wounded friend I lowered my weapon.
"Whats the matter with you, you freak!" He kept on going. "Shoot! End me you sad piece of white tra.."
And thats exactly when some higher power must have chosen to intervene and safe me from my unfortunate predicament, as if The Professor had outplayed his role in this world.
Just as The Professor was about to finish his insult, the mutated abomination threw a poor russian rebel over the fence and into one of the guard towers next to us with such a force that the entire top half of the solid brick building came crushing down on The Professor and buried him in its ruins.
No way he was coming back from that - neither to life or as an undead. While feeling a certain amount of relief I turned around and entered the fortress, leaving the leftovers of my fallen friend safely buried within the ruin.






Tatyana and Miroslav were almost at the end of the of the last hallway of the dungeon and back there another staircase was leading up towards the ground level.
To their surprise the iron bar door of the last cell on the left was open. Tatyana quickly convinced Miroslav to enter first and while holding his handgun high he lead the way followed by his manipulative friend a few meters behind him.
The limited light of the hallway only revealed part of the back and right side wall, the rest of the cell was covered in darkness.
Both of them quickly sensed a foul stench of something sick. Like the room itself was wrapped in a thin cloud of evaporated fever-sweat.
They were not alone.

Shortly after Tatyana had entered, the Minister of Finance who had been hiding in the cell after fleeing the battle, silently jumped down behind her from the ceiling right above the entrance where he had been lurking all along.
Tatyana suddenly felt his long cold skinny arms grasp around her from behind - and how his sharp yellow teeth pierced her soft skin and separated a mouthful of flesh from her left shoulder.
A shriek of horror left her mouth before she fell down on all four struggling not to faint from the massive pain.
Miroslav turned around and was punched up against the right side wall in the same instance, where he slumped down on his behind with his back leaning against it.
The pale long-limbed creature came right at him, but Miroslav had held on to his weapon all along and managed to empty the gun while supporting it with both of his hands.
Each hit forced the monster backwards - one step at the time - until The Minister of Finance finally stood on the outside of the cell with twelve bullet holes in his torso.
Miroslav swiftly changed clip and aimed at his opponent once more. "You've had enough? Or are you coming back for more!?" he yelled.
The creature gave him an evil stare for a moment. Then it ran off back the way Tatyana and him had come.
Miroslav got back on his feet and then turned his attention to Tatyana. Using her rifle as a walking stick she forced herself up, weakened by her large wound.
"You've.. You've been bitten!" Tears started showing in the midget's eyes.
"That thing.. That damn thing ate my shoulder" she cursed.
"I know. I cant believe I have to do this" Miroslav said while the tears started running down his cheeks. He slowly raised his firearm so that Tatyana could stare straight down the barrel - shivering during the whole motion.
Tatyana quickly got a serious look on her face until a cynical smile replaced it: "Little man. Don't you think I have the guts to do what needs to be done? I can manage on my own - don't need no midget to do my dirty laundry"
"No?.. No of course not. I'm sorry." Miroslav apologized and lowered the gun while Tatyana sat down and put her mouth on the end of her rifle. Then she looked up for a second.
"Turn around. I don't want you to look at me while I do this." She ordered and the midget obeyed her last wishes as he turned around and faced the other wall.
He closed his eyes and shortly after pictures of their time together entered his mind. Their adventures with "Mental". The time with just him and Tatyana in the apartment. Then his teenage-years: The first kiss, high-school and his first computer.
His ten year birthday, first day of school, breastfeeding in his mothers arms. Then nothing.






Side by side "The Finn" and "The Brute" entered the deepest level of the prison dungeon after completely clearing the upper levels of random wandering zombies - using most of their ammunition doing so.
In front of them a long gloomy hallway went on for hundred of meters with prison cells on each side.
Unlike all the other cells the first one on the right was open.
The two mercenaries approached it and the first thing that met their eyes as they looked inside was Tatyana firing her high-calibre rifle into the back head of Miroslav, whos face got shredded off leaving one big exit-wound in its stead.
Now having both seen their share of battle and zombie victims, they quickly noticed the toothmarks on Tatyana's shoulder and put two and two together.
Shortly after Miroslavs lifeless body had hit the floor, they managed to slam the prison cell door - sealing his murderer on the inside.
Then both of them went out of the new inmates line of sight as she shortly after turned her rifle in their direction.

"Let me out of here you bastards!" Tatyana screamed.
"You damn coward. Shooting your own friend instead of facing up to death." The Brute replied.
"I didn't! He was infected and too afraid to end it himself. I did a noble thing she claimed in a more settled voice trying to sound trustworthy.
"I saw no wound on him, you wicked wench" The Brute cursed. "You're a damn lier" The Finn added.
"It was just a scratch, but enough for him to turn undead nonetheless. He WAS infected" She kept trying.
"Then show it to us. His corpse is still there, isn't it?." The Finn cried out in spite.
"It.. The scratch was on his face - nothing left of it anymore. How can I show you? I am innocent I'm telling you!" She yelled in desperation.
"How convenient" The Brute replied. "But be that as it may, you've obviously been bitten yourself. Might as well keep you in there until you become one of them"
"Enough of this! Let me out! Let me go you fat fucks!" She screamed and began shooting repeatedly out through the iron bars imprisoning her.
As she ran out of bullets, she picked up Miroslavs gun and emptied that as well, until she finally sat down on the on the wooden bed in the back of the cell in resignation.
The Brute and The Finn revealed themselves from their cover. "Well well well.. Looks like someone suddenly accepted their faith" The Brute mocked
Tatyana closed her eyes to protect herself from the self-righteous smirks of the two mercenaries staring at her.







Drawn by the sound of gunfire from downstairs, I went down towards the lowest cellar-level of the fortress and was quickly reunited with the two hired guns who were on their way up.
According to them, the rest of the survivors had located an abandoned helicopter on top of the prison roof, and were now waiting for us to join them. It was time to leave this god forsaken country once and for all.
I couldn't help feeling that they were keeping something from me, but after successfully conquering the enemy fortress, the news of a way out of this hellhole were thrilling, so I followed their lead to the roof.
Up there the chopper was already spinning as one of the surviving camera-men surprisingly knew how to operate it.
But as we approached it, I suddenly realized that someone was missing. My two companions Miroslav and Tatyana.
I directed the obvious question towards The Brute and his answer stunned me:
"They're gone, son. I'm sorry."
"Dead..?"
"As good as dead at least." The Brute mumbled to himself while entering the chopper.
"What do you mean?" I asked, as I cought his comment through the noise of the rotor blades.
"Look. They are gone I said! Let it go." He replied in a dismissing tone and pointed me towards the empty spot opposite him in helicopter.
"What, and leave my friends behind!? Never! Do you hear me, never!!" I yelled as I turned around and ran back towards the staircase down.
Just before I reached the first step I looked over my shoulder and noticed that the others were already airborne. Then I initiated my search Tatyana and Miroslav.

About an hour later I was shocked to realize the awful truth as I explored the deepest dungeon level of the prison as the last area.
Miroslav lay dead in a pool of blood and Tatyana was infected and had already turned undead. My love - now a mindless walking corpse.
I fell to my knees in despair and felt the dizziness from earlier reappear. My head started spinning fast and a sudden abdominal pain gave me an opportunity to have a second look at my breakfast.
Then I collapsed on the cold floor where I stayed for I don't know how many hours. I think I might have been in a state of chock and apart from a lot of crying I don't remember much.





The 25th of March - Evening


I've just taken place in the wardens office after getting some fresh air outside. I suppose The Count most have used this as his own private room as its full of luxury goods.
The majority of the zombie army has left the area - probably to follow their leader. Where to I do not know. A few hundred infected remains outside the prison fence, perhaps to keep The Red Brigade out should the few defeated survivors choose to return.
To be honest I do not care anymore.





The 26th of March

As a spark of light in my black world - Peter has started talking to me again. Last evening he spoke to me for the first time since we hooked up with the other survivors back in February.
As he still uses my shotgun as an instrument to communicate I placed it in a chair on the other side of my desk in the warden office. We talked all night.
We've agreed that it would be best to bide one's time for now and stay in the prison facility which holds plenty of food and water.
So thats the plan for now. My heart is still bleeding but at least I'm not alone.




The 3rd of April


If I am to evaluate on this whole adventure it would appear that our mission to eliminate The Dark Council has failed miserably, as well as The Red Brigades attempt to destroy their entire army.
All we've achieved is to have them re-locate their headquarters to an unknown destination.

The few hundred zombies still walking the area are easy to outrun and I've scouted the nearby towns and houses - acquiring a horse from a local police station along the way.
From propaganda posters in the nearby towns I've learned that The Count has learned from our attempt on his life and has arranged for The Protégé to become president of our quarantine nation - placing the naive fanatic in the spotlight while manipulating him into decisions of his own interest.
Thereby secretly staying in the power without taking any heat.



The 26th of April

The Count seems to continue his Marionette-strategy. This time The Minister of Foreign Affairs has been put in the presidential chair.
But what do I care? In here I am the ruler! King of concrete walls and iron bars.. King of empty rooms and lost memories..
King of my own existential void



The 7th of May

Hope. After more than a month of misery I now have hope. Tatyana. She was pregnant. She is pregnant. I see it now. Even though her body and mind is infected - her belly is still growing.
Could this be my chance to save her? Have this fallen russian angel live on in her child? My child. A foster-father. A modern Joseph guiding and protecting the divine child of my beloved saint, Tatyana.



The 5th of June

As the belly of Tatyana grow bigger, so do the horrors of this grim nation. My hope that I could bring our child into a better world has begun to fade.
The Dark Council is stronger than ever, and on my rides around the district, I've discovered new horrors appearing in the landscape.
Recently the danish rivers have been infected by a vicious organism killing all other life around it.
A group of little bloodthirsty piranhas from somewhere in South America - their exact origin I am not quite sure of.


1st of September - Night

He's breathing! I'm holding him and he's breathing. This little piece of miracle just came to me.
The last month's time I've been sleeping in the cell opposite my fallen angel to observe the last stages of her pregnancy.
As a security measure I've tied her up. It wasn't too much trouble as the slow movement of an infected makes it easy to overpower.
Then shortly after midnight just as I was going to sleep, I noticed that Tatyana seemed much more restless than usual. I entered her cell to have a closer look and less than thirty minutes later I was holding the child in my arms.
Our son.



The 16th of September

There is no hope. No future. Even while holding my little son I now realize that. I already thought this country had hit rock bottom back in January, but it seems like it's falling deeper and deeper into the abyss.
The quarantine nation has gone from being plain dead to become a growing tumor in the heart of Europe - feeding on the countless parasites within itself.
A place of pure concentrated evil, only attracting the few rotten apples you might find outside it's borders.
Just like it was the case with the little bloodthirsty piranhas and now with the latest arrivals - the homeless filth of Europe.
From somewhere down south-east an army of homeless people have chosen to immigrate here, bringing only cynicism and dishonesty as gifts.
Luckily the piranhas starved to death after eating everything around them, and I wouldn't be surprised if these filthy gypsies will end up eliminating themselves as well when they run out of local backs to stab.

But none of this matters to me anymore. My hope has died and I now know what has to be done. I can't let an innocent pure soul grow up to be corrupted and the past has shown that I'm powerless to fight this evil.
The Finn, The Brute and the other survivors flew to their escape, leaving us no way out of these lands of the dead.
I see only one way out and Peter agrees with me.
But.. But I can't make myself do it and leaving the poor child to starve to death would be even worse.
In a way, who other than the one who gave it life would be more suited to end it?
Hopefully a spark of motherly love has survived in Tatyana and will have her do it swiftly.




The 16th of September

It is done.

I opened the cell, untied the rope and had her chase me in the slow pace of the infected until we reached the enclosed area just outside the prison walls.
There I forced her down on her knees by striking her hard in the back.
Then I looked one last time in my son's brown eyes before I took a deep breath and handed him over to his mother.
The child started crying as her cold arms embraced it. It was heartbreaking and as Tatyana opened her mouth and went for the throat I closed my eyes.

The sounds of Tatyana enjoying her meal didn't escape me though, and as I reopened my eyes and looked upon the now lifeless child she was holding it was a bit easier to move on to the next step of my plan.
Just as she turned her attention on me and slowly tried to get back on her feet, I pointed my weapon towards her and fired - blowing away her stomach thereby separating legs from upper torso.
Then I watched her as she fell on the ground in two equal-sized pieces.
It was done..

..It is done.




The 15th of October

There's no point in going on. In this cursed country there can be no joy. While I've spend the last month's time postponing the last step of I and Peters plan, I've seen no indication that things are going to change to the better.
The local mixture of survivors and zombies have now started fighting each other - and between themselves. Everything is turning into chaos and anarchy. In fact all we're missing is for the four horsemen of the apocalypse to arrive - and it cant be long.
I wont lie - I'm afraid, but I've come to realize that no hell can be worse than the one I'm already in. No misery greater - no fate grimmer.
It just all went wrong. If merely Tatyana hadn't been bitten. We could have lived together in here for ourselves. Created our own little sanctuary of love and hope. Just me, her and our son.

I could have taken good care of her during the pregnancy - and helped her raise our son. A new messiah to turn all this darkness into light.
I've drawn a picture of the three of us. Me, Tatyana and our son. How things should have looked. How things should have been.

..I miss her so much. My love. Tatyana.
Perhaps I was too quick to shoot her? Had I instead released her to the other side of the fence would she had stayed? Could I have been visiting her each day and looked at her through the fence?

Or should I have kept her in the prison cell? Perhaps in time even the infected version of Tatyana would have learned to love me? Love know no limits, right?

I cant help feeling regret.. Even that I didn't take part of her body to keep in my office - so I at least could enjoy her beauty each day.
Now all thats left of her is what the crows and rats haven't touched - and thats not a pretty sight.

No, this really is pointless..

I know how I'll do it. From the leftovers of Tatyana I've taken her handgun. The one she'd been borrowing out to Miroslav before his death.
In the desk drawers I've found some bullets that fits.
Peter will there as my companion when I sit down by that desk and look one last time upon my drawing of how my future could have looked.

In fact I think it's time now, but to save whoever might find this journal from the loud sound of the gun, I'll turn my dictaphone off now

This will be my last log.

Goodbye.



Cast:

WBP as The Dark Council and their minions (Dire Disciples)

DKP as The Red Brigade

Grev Per as "The Count"

HrBjorn as Minister of Foreign Affairs

Jakob TKG as Minister of Finance

A.Holst as B.I.T.C.H / The Protégé

Damorte as Mutated abomination

Erik Vasa as "The Brute"

Tonos as "The Finn"

The e-Brazilian TO party as The Little Bloodthirsty Piranhas

The e-Serbian TO party as The Homeless Filth of Europe

Prof. Fofana as "The Professor"

Gustav Gustavsen as Mad prisoner

A Pineapple as Peter

Zombie Slavery as Tatyana

The little geek who lives in all of us as Miroslav

? as Our main character aka "Mental"