Murder Train

[nico]

The cold winds bit against the exposed skin on Nico’s face and he raised his hand up to try and block the icy assault. There was not that much snow on the ground, most of it had been caught in the canopy of the trees and the build up wasn’t heavy enough to force its way though the tight ceiling of leaves. All in all it was a beautiful day though, the sun was high in the sky and its light filtered down in sharp beams, reflecting off the snow and casting the whole area of evergreen trees in a luminous glow. Looking around again Nico could easily believe that this is where fairytales where born. Stories of great hero’s and tenacious villains filled his head, he quickly pushed them aside though. He had to concentrate on where he was going, he knew he was lost, but he was hoping to come across something he would recognise, or a squad or convoy or even a road that he could follow.

As he continued trudging on something caught his eye in though the trees, he could glimpse something unnatural thought the mass of tree trunks. He dropped down into a crouch, his knee sinking into the light layer of snow that had been progressively getting deeper the further he continued. He unslung his M1 Garand and wrapped the sling around his hand so that no matter what happened, he would not lose his only weapon. He slowly crept forward between the trees until the unnatural object he had spotted came into view.

A building stood before him; from his point of view he guessed it to be a two-story cottage. He waited for a few minutes, watching the building for any signs of movement. When the cold air started to become too much to handle he got up and started forward towards the structure, reaching the wall and pressing himself flat against it. He slid across the wall to the corner and quickly glanced around the edge, scanning the area. There where other buildings, and the whole set up looked like a train station, Nico thought he could see something that looked either like a train platform or a loading dock behind the larger building.

He crept around the side of the cottage and discovered a few windows, crouching down he moved forward and peeked though first window, seeing the building was empty he rounded the last corner and opened the door, slipping inside and closing the door behind him. Now out of the cold wind he started to relax a bit more. He went over to a window and peeked out one of the corners at the rest of the buildings. He wondered where he was, and who owned this station. A train station would be a valuable asset for both sides as it would let them transport troops and equipment quickly and in mass across the countryside. So why was this one seemingly deserted and unguarded?

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[Wilhelm Schaefer]

Wilhelm slowly pushed through the frost covered bushes and climbed the small gravel embankment up to the railroad. The gravels shifted under his black boots, making him slip several times before he reached the steel rails. He stood there a minute, watching his breath come out in little clouds of steam, then turned and looked behind him at the seemingly endless pine forest.

It had only been two hours ago when Wilhelm had been on his way through the Scandinavian countryside; only half an hour when he was separated from his own forces by American troops. Since then, he had been wondering through the woods like a lost animal.

Even though the weather was unpleasant, Wilhelm knew it could have been worse... The reports of the soldiers freezing to death on the Russian front filled his mind, but those thoughts came and went like tiny gusts of wind, and he soon found himself thinking about silent, snow covered wastelands in stories he had heard as a little boy. And even though this landscape still carried the grim atmosphere of war, it seemed to have a peaceful, timeless feel to it. And if he hadn't been able to feel his own heart pounding in his chest, and the cold chilling his skin, one might be able to mistake this place for a dream.

The cold air bit and chewed on his face and neck, and he turned and looked at what lay ahead of him. A platform some way to his right, the overgrown remains of a sidewalk that connected two industrial-style buildings in front of him. A snow covered road crossed through the frost-bitten land like a snake. The only way off the tracks would be to climb a bramble covered slope up to what seemed to be relatively flat ground, or to try to jump onto the platform.

Wilhelm ran down the track, his footsteps breaking the heavy silence that lingered in the air like a fog. The concrete train platform only came up to his shoulders, but its side were covered with patches of ice and frost. He slung his rifle onto his back, grabbed onto the edge of the platform with gloved hands, and climbed up onto the platform itself.

A glimpse of movement in the corner of his eye broke the dream-like feel, replacing it with the normal gritty paranoia that governed almost everything he's done lately. He drew his rifle and ran over to the building, glancing as he ran. He saw nothing of obvious importance, just the same snow coated forest.

Wilhelm pressed his back against the wall, pulling his rifle closer to him. He held his breath for a few seconds, then mumbled, "Nur ein Tier." under his breath.

He knew it wasn't an animal. His instincts told him it wasn't an animal, and instincts is what had kept him alive this far. Wilhelm stood there for several more minutes, debating whether or not to move back into the open or seek cover for a while. He chose the second option, carefully opening the door and slipping through the back door.

It was dark, but the windows let in more then enough light to safely maneuver through the deserted building. Wilhelm glanced over to his right, seeing a doorway with the door knocked halfway off it's hinges. He made his way towards the stairs on the other side of the room, climbed up to the second floor and looked out the window on his left before crouching in front of the window on the Western wall.

An abandoned train station in the middle of Scandinavia... It puzzled Wilhelm, and the only reason he could think of for its abandonment would be that the rail leading to it had been destroyed by warfare. But that left him as a knew thought crossed his mind: Where am I?

Translations:
Nur ein Tier: Only an animal

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• Private Lenion moved cautiously across the snow, getting his battle fatigue (trousers & boots in particular) wet from the snow; causing a significant chill to the body when at the mercy of the bitter wind.
  
  
• Moving inside quietly, Private Lenion is completely undetected and the small haven from the bitter chill outside has raised self morale temporarily.
  
  
• As SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer ran across the railway tracks carelessly, the noise caused by his jackboots against the wooden sleepers and iron rail has caused enough significant noise to alert his presence within the district.
  
  The noise echoing between the built up buildings causing an eerie atmosphere within the abandoned train district.
  
  
• Alerted by the noise, Private Lenion is on guard. Although he has not seen anything, he is aware to the presence of someone within the station; whether it be friend or foe, he doesn't quite know.
  
  
• Also making his way into a safe haven, SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer has given himself a temp' morale boost from the bitter winds, but fallen into a false sense of security, having not seen or heard any signs of human inhabitance within the train district.
  

Next post: Private Lenion
~Danny[/color]

[nico]

Nico turned back from the window and lent against the wall, he places his rifle against the wall and started rubbing his legs in an attempt to get them warm again. He hated the cold, he glanced up at the window again and could see the frost on the glass, and he glared at it, willing it to melt and for the sun to warm the lands around him. If only his will power was that strong, he stretched his legs out to get the blood flowing when a noise reached him. Quickly he pressed himself against the wall and took up his weapon again. He listened to the strange sounds, trying to pick up on what they where. His breath caught in his throat when he guessed them to be heavy footfalls. Who could be making such a large amount of noise around here? Clearly who ever it was must know the area well enough to be that confident, possibly a patrol returning to their outpost? That couldn’t be it. The footsteps sounded only like one person, and if this where an outpost it would be guarded.

Nico took off his helmet, the domed hardhat would be easily identified where someone to look in the window, and he slowly peeked his nose around the corner of the window, scanning the buildings across the dirt road. He saw movement in southern facing top floor window, the figure of a person looking out before disappearing again, the chill seemed to return as Nico realised he wasn’t alone here. He had only seen one, and he couldn’t be sure weather they where German or American. Plus he had no idea if they where alone or part of a squad. For all he knew it could a forward scout for a platoon. Nico realised he was breathing heavily and forced himself to calm down, taking deep breaths and closing his eyes for a second as he put his helmet back on. He would have to check it out. If they where Americans they could save him from his lost wanderings. But they there German, he might be able to trick them into thinking he was spying on the Americans and that he has to meet up with a contact to pass on information.

He got to his feet, still pressing against the wall and slid along it to the southern part of the cottage, he slung his weapon onto his back before opening the left window as quietly as he could and climbed though it, dropping into the snow again he wished he could just stay in the cottage and light a fire, but that would have to come later. Creeping to the edge of the wall he peered around it, looking for any sign that someone was looking out the windows. When he was sure that no one was looking he steeled his nerves and took his M1 in hand before darting out from behind the wall, running at full sprint around the southern side of the bridge. He came to a halt and took cover behind it, guessing that the snow would have muffled his footsteps as he ran.

He pressed against the bridge for a second and caught his breath before quickly crossing the road and darting up to the wall of the south building. Wishing he could just melt into the brick wall before he started moving east along it towards the train tracks. He carefully peered though the window and scanned the room, seeing the room was empty he quickly checked around the last corner before slipping into the door and closing it quietly behind him. He pressed up against the wall and slid down against it while he tried to slow his breathing.

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• Private Lenion momentarily warmed his legs, but the wet clothing still prevailed in keeping his skin damp and chilled.
  
  
• Peering out of the window, Private Lenion did indeed catch sight of a very vague movement at one of the windows, that seemed more of a shadow than solid movement.
  
  Despite the vague movement, that inconclusively could have been anything; Private Lenion is still on alert from the heavy footsteps heard prior and has good reason to be cautious.
  
  
• Moving out of the building quietly and about to disembark from the outter-wall, ready to sprint, Private Lenion made several quick paced steps before almost tumbling head first through the snow, barely regaining his balance in the process - simply because his feet weren't as numb as they were a few minutes previously, having warmed them up momentarily, he prevented himself from losing balance altogether.
  
  
• Upon reaching the dirt-road and making haste in running across, SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer noticed the moving figure sprinting across the road, but couldn't clearly see whether they wore enemy fatigues or friendly fatigues, but does know he isn't alone anymore.
  
  
• As Private Lenion reached the south-east building, he made his way inside quietly, but abruptly noticed his trouser legs are soaking and his feet are wet (inside of the boots).
  
  The temperature inside is stable (due to dead-air space), but still very cold and Private Lenion is beginning to feel the cold set into his bones a little. His toes have begun to get stiff and the lower regions of his legs are beginning to burn, causing small uncontrollable shivers to occur.
  

Brief Notes:
- Have to remember that you're only wearing the standard infantry kit, so the cold environment can cause problems if you have not purchased any warmer clothing from the shop or attempted to try and keep warm during the thread.

Next post: SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer
~Danny[/color]

[Wilhelm Schaefer]

Wilhelm peered out the window, breathing in slowly through his nose to avoid fogging up the window. From his view on the second floor, he could clearing see the dirt road stretching off into the distance. He turned his head, and noticed an old wooden bridge over a dried up riverbed. A short distance from the bridge was an old building, probably some sort of cottage, maybe even a church, although there was no way of being sure other then search the building or go through the local property records. He was starting to relax, feeling more then a little foolish for hiding at the slightest sound. Then again, it was better to be safe then sorry.

Wilhelm fears were renewed, when he noticed a figure, it's face and any clues to it's alliance hidden by the snow, sprinting across the road to his left. He ducked down, making sure his rifle was fully loaded, and slipped to the window to his left just in time to catch another glimpse of the figure before it ran behind the building. He waited a few seconds, counting three breaths before quietly making his way to the stairs.

Wilhelm's breath caught in his throat. His suspicions had been right, something was out there, in this case a person, but whoever this person was remained a mystery. He suspected the figure was hostile, and that whoever it was had seen or heard him and decided to hunt him down. But it could also be friendly, a lost, confused soldier wondering through the forest. Either way, he didn't plan on sitting up here forever and let a possible enemy pin him in that building. He needed to move on, to either find the person, or prevent the person from finding him.

Wilhelm snuck back down the stairs, putting each foot down slowly to help lessen the noise of his footsteps. He slipped back out back door, leaving it open, cautiously making his way a foot or two from the doorway. Although there was snow around him, he pressed himself against the wall, keeping him out of the deepest part of the snow. His jackboots helped take most of the cold, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stay out there for too long.

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• Moving down the stairs almost silently and exiting the building, SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer kept a very low presence and successfully made as less noise as he possibly could; keeping his presence remaining hidden, but Private Lenion is already on a somewhat alert stance due to the footsteps heard prior and vague sight of something from the upper story window.
  
  
• Upon exiting the building, SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer noticed a disturbance within the snow up ahead (towards the opposite building's rear) by the rear door.
  
  If it wasn't clear before, it was certainly clear now that the figure he saw running had entered the adjacent building he was stationed in.
  

Next post: Private Lenion
~Danny[/color]

[nico]

Nico sat there for a moment, his legs where so cold. He rubbed at them frantically trying to get them to warm up enough for the blood to start moving again. He didn’t think he would be able to go outside again for a while, and if he were forced too it would only be for a minute at the most. He couldn’t afford to lose feeling in his legs, not until he identified the other person in the area. Nico believed he had the advantage of knowing exactly where the person was too, somewhere on the second level of the main building. He pulled up the leggings of his pants and rubbed his bare skin, breathing hot breath into his cupped hands before trying to transfer the heat into his shins. He could almost taste the frost in the still air and it felt like the cold was closing in around him, like the hand of a giant slowly closing its fist upon him. He had to get moving.

He put his leggings back down and slid to his feet slowly stretching out his muscles in his legs and feet. Nico was use to the cold, but he had always had a jacket or some other form of warm clothing. Now, caught out with only his standard uniform, he hated the cold, and vowed he would avoid the snow wherever possible. Providing he made it out of the train station in one piece. He pushed off the wall and crouched down, hoping to not only reduce the chance of being spotted by someone else who could be patrolling around, but also to try and stretch and warm his legs.

He noticed a door on the opposite side of the room and made his way over it, keeping low and moving slowly to reduced his noise. He didn’t want to give away his position to anyone who could be around. Reaching the door he reached out and touched it for a moment, trying to sense any form of movement in the next room, feeling the cold wood under his fingertips he slid his hand to the handle and twisted it, pushing it open just enough for him to slip though into the thankfully empty room. He glanced out the window and could only see the bare brick wall of the building next to this one, he moved to the next room the same way he had entered this one and closed the door behind him. Sliding over to the corner so he could keep an eye on both the doors into this room and the windows, he did a few more small stretches in a continued attempt to keep his legs from freezing up.



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• Private Lenion bought himself some time by warming up his legs, regaining some more feeling, but the burning sensation is still consistent beneath the flesh and the wet clothing is obviously not helping, causing Private Lenion slight discomfort.
  
  Overall, Private Lenion is doing the best within his means at hand and the sensation within his legs is slowly returning, but of course, a dry pair of trousers, socks and boots would be the best medicine. Not to mention warming up in front of a hot fire.
  
  
• As Private Lenion begun to stretch his legs, it couldn't have been a worse move after just coming in from being out in the cold and suffering a numb/burning sensation within his flesh.
  
  Feeling cramp seize into his muscles each time he stretched, he only caused himself more discomfort and henceforth an aching pain. Minor, but not a wise move.
  
  
• Moving between the rooms quietly, Private Lenion caused little noise, but feeling cramp creep into his leg muscles now and again, he involuntary took a heavier few steps from the seizing of the muscles, making the odd footstep coherent.
  
  Otherwise, Private Lenion is starting to warm up gradually now his within shelter.
  

Next post: SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer
~Danny[/color]

[Wilhelm Schaefer]

Wilhelm stood there for a few more minutes, the cold piercing through his standard uniform a little deeper every moment until clawed at his fingertips and toes. He started moving forward again and stopped once he reached the corner. He leaned around the corner quickly, just long enough to verify that there was nothing in the alley, and sprinted across to the other building. He crouched down again, pressing his back against the wall, and thought for a few seconds.

There was someone here, probably somewhere near, but for all he knew the person could have already crossed the tracks and have hidden in the forest by now. If that was the case, then the person would probably freeze to death once the sun went down. Sunset was still several hours away, but it would take at least three hours to reach the nearest town on foot, and that was if you knew where you were going. They might get lucky and stumble across a house or something, but Wilhelm doubted it. The dirt road was probably the best chance to survival, and he had his mind set cutting across the road, search the cottage for anything useful, then cross the bridge and pray he found somewhere to stay by sunset. He started to make his way west along the building, stopping for a few seconds to glance in the first window, then made his way to the door.

If Wilhelm had not been bowing his head against the snow, he might have missed the small, faint depressions in the snow near the door. It peaked his curiosity, renewing his interest in the figure. He tightened his grip on his rifle, his heart steeping up a little. He took a few slow deep breaths in attempt to control his nerves. He slowly opened the door and stepped inside, a few chunks of snow falling off his jackboots, and blinked at the sudden warmth. By no means was it cozy warm, but it was more then enough to knock the chill from him.

Wilhelm crossed the room slowly, his finger on the trigger and hunkered down next to the doorway. He held his breath, trying to listen for movement before advancing onto the next room. It would not be hard for someone to hide in the corner and fill him with lead the moment he stepped foot through the doorway.

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(A bad snow storm is going to be crossing through my area this weekend, so I'm probably going to loose power. So if I'm gone for a while, that is why.)

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• SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer entered the building successfully (due to no barricades or locks being placed) and walked in slowly.
  
  With his heart racing and adrenaline beginning to pump, SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer couldn't help taking sharp breaths between attempting to slow his breathing. Partially because of the nerves and cold, but also because he began to feel his body tighten from the sudden rush of being so close as to what could be an enemy.
  
  
• Noise was made; SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer's footsteps clunked against the floor and tiny squeaks emitted from the wet leather of the boots, as well as his breathing and tiny motion movements from the clothing and gear he was wearing. So he was far from being silent.
  
  
• During this period, Private Lenion is fully aware to someone entering the building. Not knowing who it is or possibly how many, he can only determin that it's at least one or two people from the footsteps and movement heard within the opposite room.
  
  Immediately, Private Lenion has become very aware and hasn't dared to move from his position, but couldn't help making a little noise as he felt the cramp in his leg creep back, causing Private Lenion to tighten his body from the pain and accidentally knock the butt of his M1 Garand against the wall.
  
  
• SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer heard the knock...
  

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[nico]

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Nico was trying to massage the crap from his leg when he heard what sounded like footsteps and the squeak of wet leather in the room next to this one. Fear suddenly closed around him and he listened intently to the sounds though the wall. Trying to guess how many where coming to get him. His mind was racing, maybe he hadn’t been as stealthy as he thought, maybe there where lookouts in other parts of the area, could someone have been hiding in the trees across the tracks and saw him enter this building? Judging from the noise there was at least two of them. How could he fight two men? He didn’t even know who they where, they could be Americans coming to look for him, but wouldn’t they have called out too him? Unless they thought he was an enemy. Or they could be a couple of German soldiers who where tracking him, Nico wished he had of locked the door to the building, he didn’t even look to see if it could be locked.

A new thought crossed his mind, what if he had walked into a trap, and the two men trying to sneak up on him where just there to make him move. The Germans could have the building surrounded and where just waiting for him to be flushed out so they gun him down. He tried to get a grip on his paranoia; he tried to concentrate on the facts and nothing else. What he knew was there where probably two or more unknown people in the other room, and he guessed they where hunting for him, he also knew there could be a third lookout in the top story of the north building. He didn’t know if there where any other’s around, he didn’t know who they where or what they wanted. But he knew he couldn’t afford to move right now, for that would give away his hiding place and then no matter what happened he would be in trouble.

He decided it would be best to stay where he was and wait, perhaps to ambush whoever came though the door in front of him. He was getting himself into a kneeling position so he would be ready to shoot at whoever came though the door. But as he moved the cramp came back hard. Causing him to grit his teeth, but in the quick spasm the butt of his rifle struck the wall. Nico felt his blood freeze in his veins; the knock was so loud to him that he was sure it would have given away his position. Or maybe it wouldn’t have? He considered turning and firing a few rounds thought he wall. Maybe he would get lucky and hit someone, or at least slow down who ever it was from moving into his room. He shook his head at the thought, the walls where probably too thick for the rounds to do anything. Nico raised his M1 Garand and took aim at the closed door.

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• Private Lenion remained stiffly quiet, his actual hiding place is unknown, but the room in which his hiding is a short guess for SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer who heard the knock of the rifle-butt through the adjacent wall.
  
  
• Playing the game of paranoia, Private Lenion is indeed extremely nervous and on edge, the noises of a possible enemy or two creeping through the opposite room is sending his heart racing a thousand to the second.
  
  Although the sporadic cramps in his legs have been proving to be an issue, the adrenalin now pumping through his veins is dulling the aches. However, Private Lenion is still wearing wet clothing and hasn't fully recovered from the cold.
  

Next post: SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer
~Danny[/color]

[Wilhelm Schaefer]

Wilhelm could hear his own boots squeaking on the floor, and tried to step lighter, although it didn't help much. He advanced towards the door, stepping slowly before stopping and tilting his rifle until it was at chest level, pointing a little bit upwards. He was pretty sure that the room in front of him was pretty small, small enough for close combat if he only had a knife. He had his rifle, and he thought he cold use it if the fighting came too close for rifles. But then again, he wasn't even sure if it was an enemy. How could he know if it was hostile unless he risked putting himself in plain sight? Then again, if they were friendly, why were they hiding? Anyone in the building could have heard his boots if they had listened.

Wilhelm was about to the charge into the next room, when he heard a knock form the wall on the other side. His head snapped to his left, staring at the spot that could possibly have someone on the other side. In his mind he could see a young man leaned against the wall, his gun close. He was young, probably quite a bit younger then Wilhelm was, might have been his first time out on the battlefield. Hell, he could have been smoking right now for all he knew. He advanced to the next room, still trying to get his boots dry enough that they would quit speaking, all though it struck him as kind of pointless at this point. He left the door open, maybe a quick escape if things went bad, and slowly walked across the tiny room and put his back to the window aimed his gun at the door and waited.

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• Moving into the small room, SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer continued to make faint noises that were distinguishable; soft squeaking of the boots, small weighted steps made upon the hard floor and minor shuffling of fabric from the clothing/tunic.
  
  
• As SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer walked in front of the window, he cast a poignant shadow into the room by blocking the window. The shadow wasn't bold, but due to the cold climate and snowing weather, the outdoor conditions were bright and the glare produced from the snow cast a visable shadow - despite it being night.
  
  
• Private Lenion noticed the shadow just under the gap of the door and tensed up; the enemy was now in the room directly connecting to his and judging by the shadow, he roughly could estimate where in the room.
  
  Including the minor sounds made, Private Lenion has a keen sense of someone directly opposing his room and can visualise a rough position from the shadow's casted direction under the door.
  

Brief Notes:
You're both at a standstill, be advised that should someone make a move, then automatic reactions may be made during a moderation post.

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~Danny[/color]