Sugary Berlin [Erik]

[Zelda Wolff]

Place: Berlin, Germany
Time: 19:32 P.M.
Weather: Chilly

Zelda rounded a corner and she walked down the streets of Berlin with her shining black sunglasses that kept her unnoticed at all times. She knew it was dark but she just couldn't risk herself being noticed. She weirdly hated fans asking for her autograph because the crowds kept growing bigger and bigger minute by minute. As she walked she kept her eyes still on the floor in front of her. She pulled her white top hat down to cover her dazzling blond hair. Her heels clicked with her movements and she rushed past the busy people of Berlin.

As she walked, she noticed many soldiers pushing heaps and heaps of people into a large truck. She noticed the people as Jews. She had quickly noted this because her eyes caught the women's head scarves and the men's arm bands in which they had the Jewish star on. Anybody could have told that these people were Jews. Anybody. If so, why did these Jewish people have to make it so easy for these Nazi Soldiers? Couldn't they keep a low profile on just like Zelda was doing at the moment. Was it so hard? She desperately wanted them safe and free from the Nazi ways and controlled Germany and other European countries.

She rounded another corner and she began approaching a cafe near a fruits and vegetables stand. She quickly sat down at the nearest table and took a deep breath in. She pulled off her hat and set it next to her. She didn't dare take of her sunglasses though. Although, it was just her luck. One of her fans had already spotted her. "Zelda? Zelda Wolff!?!"

[/i] A large man came running towards her. He appeared to be the waiter. Zelda turned away. "Nein," She muttered, covering her face. "Oh.."[/i] The man muttered in shame and turned away. She just couldn't risk this anymore. She remembered what Otto said. She just greatly disagreed with his words. She just couldn't leave her career. It was everything to her.[/blockquote]

[∬: Erik Schneider]

OOC: As always, I don't condone of Eriks actions nor the holocaust.

The report had come in over an hour ago. A large Jewish family had been hiding in the attic for months if not years. Schneider had gathered a handful of SS soldiers from the headquarters just out of Berlin and hurried to the street in the large truck. They had stormed the building without any warning. A man and his wife were sitting at their table enjoying a meal. Schneider had been the first one in with his Luger. The husband rose and made a desperate dash for a weapon, but was brought downy by the Obersturmfuhrer with one shot. The wife attempted to escape from the house, before she too suffered a similar fate. As he stood over the corpses, he ordered for the rest of the men to search the house while two stood outside on guard.

Within another 15 minutes the house had been secured and a secret passage to the attic hideout found. Grabbing hold of one of the Schutze's MP40, he had smashed the ceiling entrance open before climbing in first with his SMG on the family who were gathered together in the center of the ceiling. Expecting a retaliation, Schneider's finger hesitantly hovered over the trigger as the rest of the men piled in after him. No such retaliation came. At least, the German scum that had horded the abominations in their attic attempted to fight back. These Jews didn't even run or hide, simply gathering together to say their prayers. They would suffer the fate of the rest. It had taken longer than usual to beat them senseless until they stopped their prayers and drag them outside to the truck for transportation to the ghetto.

That had all happened about five minutes ago. Schneider was leaned up against the rear of the truck, taking a few puffs at his cigarette. Two of the men appeared from the buildings entrance with two corpses in tow. They loaded the two bloodied corpses into the truck with the rest of the Jews that were being forced in. Schneider had given specific orders to leave the bodies to rot in the ghettos with the very scum they were trying to save. It was despicable that any Aryan would stoop so low as to help the swine. The very thought of such made him spit at the nearest one as he was being budged with the butt of a MP40. Raising his head, he noticed a beautiful, young woman on the other end of the street. Their was some resemblance to his own wife, besides the fact that she was slightly younger.

Slowly, he dropped the cigarette to the cobblestone road, before quickly stomping it out with his jackboot. Intently, he watched the woman who strangely wore sunglasses in the evening, as she made her way to a small, informal cafe. He saw a connection with someone else beside his own lovely Angela, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Dismissing the thought, he made his way to the back of the truck and watching patiently as the last were pushed on board. A small board dangled below the truckbed, before Schneider pushed it up and locked it in place at the back of the truck. Behind him, the SS men were piling into the back of a second truck. Schneider climbed into the passenger seat next to the driver and watched as the Jewish truck took off for the ghetto. Soon, his own truck was lurching forward towards the SS headquarters.

Within a few seconds, the Obersturmfuhrer spotted one of the swines climbing over the edge of the truck and diving down onto the cobblestone road. He looked no older than 17 or so as he rolled painfully onto the rolled and made a dash down the road, towards the cafe. "Halt, Sie Schweine! Bilden Sie mich Eintragfaden nicht! " he shouted as he stepped out from the truck. As the rest of the men piled out from the truck with their MP40s at the ready, Schneider raised his hand for them to stop. He took a few wide steps forward, before reaching to his hip and slipping the Luger out of his holster. The running target proved a challenge as he slowly lurched forward. Adjusting his aim, he finally fired a shot as the teenager neared the cafe and scored a hit. The back of his head had nearly exploded from the impact of the bullet, but the body still had to be scavenged. Nearing the corpse, he slowly reached down to pick up the corpse and made eye contact with the women.

Translations:

- "Halt, you swine! Do not make me shoot!"

[Zelda Wolff]

Zelda felt a cold wind hit her as she looked up. She heard a gunshot. She glanced around, her heart was beating. Where did that come from? She then noticed a certain person dropping dead towards the ground. She gulped. Oh no, not another death. Deaths just occurred these days, she thought. There was another death on her train ride home from Munich. She accidentally took off her sunglasses to take a good look at what had occurred. The blood just made it look worse. It was practically everywhere. Her eyes just could not flicker off the situation. She noticed, at the corner of icy blue eyes, a few people staring at her for what she really had been all along. A star.

She pushed herself from her seat, noticing people walk towards her. She slightly pushed them away. "Schade," She muttered. She kept walking towards the situation. There were a few Nazi soldiers gathering around the scene. A few looked at her as if she were crazy, but she just decided to stand out of the way. That would certainly be good choice. She didn't want to be involved in some crazy drama. She glanced at the man, in which she noticed, was eying her when she had been sitting at the cafe. She gulped disliking the blood and gore a lot. She turned away, now facing the cafe. [Translations: Sorry.]

A few minutes later, the scene had cleared up. She turned towards the Nazi soldier that had been glancing at her. She finally approached him and said, with the best clear voice she could build up at that moment - "Um, entschuldigen Sie mich Herr. Aber was geschah gerade?" She arched an eyebrow. Even Otto, her husband, hated the fact that people died for no reason at all. Maybe this time it was different. Maybe there was a reason for all of this nonsense and gore. She slightly smiled after finishing her sentence. [Translations: Um, excuse me sir. But what just happened?]

[∬: Erik Schneider]

He recognized her now. Some famous German actress or something along those lines. He had remembered seeing one of her performances with his wife many years ago. He could see the fear in her eyes as he glanced at her way. She had pushed herself away from the scene and was disgustingly looking at the Jewish boy with a bullet in the back on his head. Grasping a hold of the corpse, he tossed to two Privates who carried it back to the truck. His eyes watched the truck hesitantly, to see if any of the others got the wise idea to attempt to make a run for it. Obviously, it was not the best plan at all. He realized his hands had been dirtied by filthy Jewish blood and dirt as his view moved downward.

Approaching the nearest table, he lifted up a small glass of water and delicately poured it over each of his hands. The process of washing the blood of his hands didn't take long, but it seemed like an eternity as the people watched him from a distance. Reaching into one of his pockets, he slid a cigarette from its case and placed it between his lips. It had developed into an unbreakable addiction. His left hand had already found its way to a silver lighter, decorated with symbols of the Third Reich. Still being watched as he began to walk away with a lit cigarette in his mouth, he turned to the people and muttered with a wave of his right hand to signal for the people to leave, "Weitermachen Sie."

His mind raced about the actress at the cafe. He wondered what exactly she had been doing there in such a strange disguise, but dismissed it. Thoughts of her being somehow related to the Jewish problem in the attic were rationalized by a famous person simply wanting to go to a cafe without being recognized. Gently, he slid the gray sleeve over his left wrist and check his watch. He had gone on leave over 15 minutes ago. This time, instead of getting in the second truck, he simply tapped on the drivers window to signal for the man to go. The trucks disappeared around a corner a few moments later, before Erik began to make his way out of the street.

"Um, entschuldigen Sie mich Herr. Aber was geschah gerade?" a woman called out from behind. Erik stopped and cocked his head to the right to glance over his shoulder. It was the actress. Reaching up to his lips with his right hand, he slowly removed his cigarette from his mouth and turned to face the Aryan woman. "Jüdische Schweine versteckten sich heraus im Dachboden eines nahe gelegenen Gebäudes. Wir behandelten die Situation und schickten sie weg zum Getto. Die, die versuchten sich zu revanchieren oder zu entgehen oder Schuß auf Anblick. Das Problem ist, Verlust gelöst worden," the Obersturmfuhrer said rather coldly with no emotion.

- "Carry on."

- "Jewish swine were hiding out in the attic of a nearby building. We handled the situation and sent them off to the ghetto. The ones that tried to retaliate or escape or shot on sight. The problem has been resolved, miss."

[Zelda Wolff]

"Jüdische Schweine versteckten sich heraus im Dachboden eines nahe gelegenen Gebäudes. Wir behandelten die Situation und schickten sie weg zum Getto. Die, die versuchten sich zu revanchieren oder zu entgehen oder Schuß auf Anblick. Das Problem ist, Verlust gelöst worden,"

When he had mention 'swine' after the word 'Jewish', she felt a shock run through her. She hated it when they spoke like that. Didn't these gentlemen know that they were fighting for Germany's freedom, and that, Jews, in her perspective, had nothing to do with the justice of Germany? Jews were just another part of a religion. Everyone was different, yes, she could not argue with that sort of point, but hey, she didn't see any Jewish people insulting the Christians in such a rude way. She hated the fact that the Christians were now more "superior" to other religions. She just hated it. She just plainly nodded after hearing his words. He was just as cold as any other Nazi soldier she had seen.

Otto had the same personality traits, somehow. Although Otto was cold, he still had a sense of warmth in his soul. Half of these soldiers had not even had a heart, and she now beginning to think that this soldier didn't have a heart either. But she couldn't really judge the man yet, she didn't exactly know him to an extent where she would actually call him a man with no soul. She just kept a small smile on as they both stood there. "Danke, herr," She glanced around at the other soldiers around the situation. A few were looking towards her and the soldier's way, a few of them were shocked and confused. She just ignored their childish behavior and turned back to face the man. [Translations: Thank you, sir]

A few seconds later, she had finally spoken a few words. "Ich bedauere schrecklich, mein Herr. Aber habe ich Sie weg von Ihrer Arbeit behalten?" She asked softly, with a hint of warmth in her voice. She thought of leaving him to his duties. She wondered what the man was thinking about at that single moment, but she threw off those thoughts and focused on something important. How was she going to get these fans away from her? She glanced around at the people trying to get to her being, but the Nazi men were probably thinking that the people were trying get into the scene so they were trying to push them away. [Translations: I'm terribly sorry, my sir. But have I been keeping you away from your work?]

[∬: Erik Schneider]

The woman stood in silence before Schneider for a few brief moments after he spoke. The hateful undertone of his words lingered over the two. She seemed nice enough, but was concealing her thoughts under a pleasant smile. His eyes scanned her and confirmed her to be the actress he knew, but could hardly remember her name. A small following of locals swarmed in behind her, trying to reach her. A few soldiers shoved them back away from their truck which was scheduled to leave soon. Straightening the field cap on his head, he was about to turn and leave the silent women before she spoke again. "Ich bedauere schrecklich, mein Herr. Aber habe ich Sie weg von Ihrer Arbeit behalten?"

Glancing back, he saw that the two German trucks had to make a sudden stop due to the influx in numbers that suddenly crowded the area. "Überhaupt nicht Fräulein. Ich bin offiziell auf Urlaub für die letzten fünfzehn Minuten gewesen." the Obersturmfuhrer signaled for the lowly ranked privates to keep back in the rear of the truck. This time, they forced their way out of the road following behind the truck loaded with corpses and Jews. Mission accomplished he supposed, but he felt something was missing. A feeling that had clouded his judgment many years ago before he had become a man of the Waffen SS. Was it guilt? Sorrow? Disgust? Schneider took a long drag on his cigarette, solemnly pondering it.

The word had spread throughout the nearby area and loyal fans were flocking all around the street. With a glare of disdain, Erik's hand found its way to the holster of his Luger. The fact he was SS and reaching for his pistol scared many away from the lady. Most had seen him shoot the running Jew right in the back of the head. Still, shooting random Germans wishing to see a famed actress that managed to make them some happiness in the dim years full of so much war wouldn't get him very far. "Sie scheinen, um hier ziemlich populär zu sein. Wurde Sie mögen mich gehen Sie Haupt? " he questioned, remembering she had walked to the cafe instead of driven.

- "Not at all, Miss. I have officially been on leave for the last fifteen minutes. "

- "You seem to be quite popular around here. Would you like me to walk you home?"

[Zelda Wolff]

"Überhaupt nicht Fräulein. Ich bin offiziell auf Urlaub für die letzten fünfzehn Minuten gewesen."

She nodded. That was the only movement she made in that single moment. She felt a bit awkward because it was sort of a moment of silence. Nobody spoke after those few words of his. She bit the bottom of her lip and just watched him with her dazzling blue eyes. She noticed his eyes as well. They were quite an abnormal shade of blue. She glanced around watched the people that surrounded her. There were Nazi soldiers everywhere and civilians. Most of those civilians were basically her fans. She heaved out a long sigh, just watching them trying to get to her being. She just wasn't in the mood for them.

She noticed how he smoked. She hated how people smoked. Did they not know that smoking wasn't good for them? Although, she would not note that smoking indeed wasn't good for a person during their odd conversation. A small smile played upon her lips as she noticed the soldiers trying to push her fans away from her, she would thank them all later for doing such a terrific job. She rubbed the back of her neck as her eyes lingered on the stone cold ground underneath her. She felt afraid to walk upon these grounds of Berlin. Innocent people were murdered on these streets and roads. It was just so scary.

"Sie scheinen, um hier ziemlich populär zu sein. Wurde Sie mögen mich gehen Sie Haupt? "

She heaved out a long, deep sigh. She nodded. "Ich schätze, wenn Sie es dieser Weg, mein sehr geehrter Herr stellen," She glanced around but looked back towards the man. "Ich kann nicht Sie ich nach Hause wirklich spazieren gehen lassen, ohne sich einzuführen," She whispered with a wink, smiling warmly. "Mein name ist Zelda Wolff. Und sie?" She asked with a calm tone of voice. Well, it was partly stupid to tell him her name. He probably knew she was and Zelda wasn't trying to be the center of the spotlight. [Translations: [1] I guess, if you put it that way, my dear sir. [2] I can't really let you walk me home without introducing yourself. [3] My name is Zelda Wolff. And you?]

[∬: Erik Schneider]

OOC: Thought I'd spice the thread up. And what better than some commies? Feel free to bring in some Wehrmie reinforcements in your next post or just run away if you feel like it.

"Obersturmfuhrer Erik Schneider." he told her in response to her own introduction. One that confirmed he identity as an acclaimed actress. He could only hope she served her Fuhrer as well as she acted by being a good wife and mother like a German woman was meant to be. "Sie sind dieser berühmte Schauspielerin, ja? Kein Wunder zeichnen Sie solche Massen. Es ist nicht eine einfache Aufgabe, Glück zu einigem während der schwachen Jahre des Krieges zu holen. Sie sollten für das empfohlen werden." Many of the anxious fans disappeared back into their houses as they watched the SS man lead Zelda away. The brutal force of the Nazi soldiers was not something one wanted to brave in order to see an idol anyways, no matter how famous. Men who killed French, Russian, Polish, British, American, and so many more men who not hesitate to react with violent force.

As the two walked along the empty high streets of Berlin, the Oberstrurmfuhrer sparked up conversation. "Ich habe Sie vorher mit meiner Frau, Angela, am Theater gesehen. Sie verehrt Sie und Ihr Talent. Wenn sie ihre Weise hatte, würde sie ein Schauspielerin auch gewesen sein." At times, he caught her staring at the cigarette in his mouth. Naturally, a lady wouldn't condone of smoking and it was rude and disrespectful to do such in ones presence. Schneider had developed the bad habit in the early days of the war back in Poland. A young man of his mid-twenties, the tensions of war forged his terrible habit. One that he could barely escape from on a daily basis, even when he was away from the front. It calmed the man as he walked among the dark streets where only the most famous and rich had residence. Schneider himself had such an estate with his own wife in Munich. Much like his father, he had married into wealth and some fame.

Approaching the corner, the sound of footsteps grew nearer. Someone was making a dash down the street and speaking what seemed to be Russian. Schneider grasped Zelda and pulled her into a narrow alleyway between two large apartment complexes. Slipping his Luger out from its holster, he leaned around the corner to get a closer look at the men. There were two men standing at a lit corner of the street in peculiar clothing and armed with PPSHs. Schneider recognized the language as Russian, but couldn't understand the language for the most part. The Eastern Front had allowed him to somewhat learn the language, but all he could make out was something about an escape truck. The men were obviously members of the Red Orchestra, communist espionage groups operating in Germany. "Verfluchte kommunistische Schweine des Gottes! Sie müssen mit dem roten Orchester arbeiten. Wartezeit hier, Fräulein Wolff."

The Obersturmfuhrer prepared to throw himself into combat. Obviously, he did such on many occasions in the war. But this time, he would be engaging heavily armed men with nothing but a pistol. He had grown fond of his Luger over the years, but even so it was still quite a suicidal move. Schneider sprung out from his concealed position and began to fire at the two men while making a desperate dash to the other side of the street. He made contact with one of the men who dropped their weapon as the bullet hit their arm. Two more bullets lodged into the man's abdomen and brought him to the ground. Before the Obersturmfuhrer could even attempt to shoot at the second man, a spray of bullets erupted from the PPSH's barrel. Quickly, Schneider dove into the cover of another alleyway across the street and loaded another 8 round magazine into the pistol.

Leaning back around the corner, Schneider fired a bullet and struck the man in his shoulder. The bullet knocked the man backwards and sent a mad spray of bullets all over the place, forcing Erik back into his cover. Suddenly, the sound of a truck speeding down the road reached the Lieutenant's ears. He watched as the Nazi truck pulled up near the man, but surprising he didn't fire upon it. As the men climbed out, Schneider realized it was more communist resistance agents and not Wehrmacht soldiers. Cussing under his breath, Schneider signaled for Zelda to flee down the alleyway as the communist pigs spread out in the area and began to load the wounded into the rear of the truck. Ducking further into cover, the Obersturmfuhrer prepared himself as the communists neared his alleyway.

Translations:

- "You are that famous actress, yes? No wonder you draw such crowds. It is not an easy task to bring happiness to some during dim years of war. You should be commended for that. "

- "I have seen you before with my wife, Angela, at the theater. She adores you and your talent. If she had her way, she would have been an actress too."

- "God damn communist pigs! They must be working with the Red Orchestra. Wait here, Miss Wolff."

[Zelda Wolff]

"Sie sind dieser berühmte Schauspielerin, ja? Kein Wunder zeichnen Sie solche Massen. Es ist nicht eine einfache Aufgabe, Glück zu einigem während der schwachen Jahre des Krieges zu holen. Sie sollten für das empfohlen werden."

She couldn't of helped but smile when he said that. "Danke Schoen, Obersturmfuhrer Schneider," She had to admit, she was flattered by his words. "Sie schmeicheln mir ganz. Ernstlich," She light chuckled at his words. He then began leading her away as she watched her fans walk into their homes with shame across their faces. She felt slightly sorry for them, but she just wasn't in the mood for any autographs and crowds. She was a very busy person these days and she didn't need more work. She felt tired already. She felt a wave of nausea run across her as she walked with Erik but it had quickly worn off. [Translations: [1] Thank you [2] You quite flatter me. Seriously.]

As they both walked down the streets of Berlin together, she kept herself quite professional. It felt slightly cold. She glanced up at the cold skies up above her. There were clouds everywhere. It seemed although it was going to rain soon. He pulled her into a corner and stood there for a few seconds. She noticed how Erik had irked up at some odd thing. She noticed how he had reached for his Luger. She slightly gulped wondering what the hell was going to happen next. It was exactly what she had accepted. It was all a blur for her and it happened ever so fast. She blinked.

"Verfluchte kommunistische Schweine des Gottes! Sie müssen mit dem roten Orchester arbeiten. Wartezeit hier, Fräulein Wolff."

She sighed and leaned upon the wall sitting down, trying to catch her breath as the man went into attack. She glanced at the wall in front of her. Did this have to happen now? All this nonsense. Oh crystal ball, she thought to herself, tell me life is beautiful. She was a star in the middle of the streets of Berlin, living quite freely with nothing by her side telling her to do this and to do that. She felt so free. A few minutes later, Erik had signaled her to flee. She quickly pulled herself off of the ground and began running down the alleyway. She knew if she didn't she would be getting herself into big trouble and she certainly didn't want any of that dirt to happen to her. No..no she didn't. She continued running until she reached the end. She opened a door and sat inside an odd building, leaning her back upon the wall.

[∬: Erik Schneider]

OOC: Always fun to be a one man killing machine in a neutral.



Retreating into the recesses of the dark alleyway, Schneider made sure that the actress had fled the scene. The approaching sounds of the pig language, Russian, drew Schneider further into hiding. He silently cussed at the situation as he closed his eyes and drew the pistol nearer to himself. As the seconds passed by, he grew sure of the extra presence in his alleyway. They were searching for him instead of fleeing the scene and their voices had a hint of anger in it. He had killed their friend and he knew it. Fantastic, was all he could think to himself as he readied his pistol. As he curled up for warmth in the narrow alleyway, he realized that it had began to downpour with rain. The night had already went to pure hell and now it had to storm in Berlin. Perfect.

Throwing himself headfirst at the communists, Schneider took them by surprise. The six last shots of the clip unloaded with such a ferocity that it cut down the two men with ease. Throwing his pistol aside, he grasped the PPSH and approached the street. How the hell the men had been sneaking the weapons in from Russia or how the traitorous slime in the very city had been sneaking Ruskies in wasn't of the man's concern as he approached the exit into the Berlin street. "Zelda!" he roared with a burning rage at the sight of the communist bastards clearing out the other alley. Peeking out from behind the building, he was forced back by a rifle shot. Uneasily, he shifted about in the wet alley unsure if he would be able to survive one more trip across the street. Taking a deep breath, he burst out from behind the building and suppressed the communists with the PPSH's massive magazine capacity.

Not checking to see if any were felled by his bullets, he made a crazed sprint down the alley where two men were beating down a door. As they battered the door off its hinges, Schneider unleashed the last of his clip into the bastards. The rain practically pelted against the Obersturmfuhrer's skin as he raced to the end of the alley. Tossing the weapon to the side, he grabbed a MP38 off one of the corpses. Where the man had obtained the weapon, he wasn't sure and didn't care. Holding the aged weapon in his hands reminded of his fighting days in Poland when he served as a measly NCO. As he made his way into the room, he found her simply hiding in the room. "Sind Sie gut?" The man hastily questioned as he glanced over his shoulder at the empty entrance to the room. As soon as he began to wonder how he had lasted so long against so many Ruskie bastards he noticed his condition. He had sustained wounds in his left thigh and arm and had begun to bleed. It seemed a rifle bullet had ricocheted and embedded in his thigh and that a second shot had skimmed his bicep.

He was missing his luger, his field cap, and now he would have to ruin his uniform. Handing the old MP38 over to the actress he ordered, "Passen Sie die Tür auf." Unbuttoning the jacket as fast as he could, he took a combat knife he carried with him and tore pieces of fabric off from his undershirt. The hastily prepared bandages were applied over his wounds to prevent too much blood loss, before he retrieved the MP38. "Wir müssen hier verlassen. " Sounds of boots splashing against the puddles in the alleyway were a dead giveaway. He grabbed Zelda by her arm and lead her into a new room in search for some kind of escape from the building.

- "Are you alright?"

- "Watch the door."

- "We have to get out of here."

[Zelda Wolff]

OOC: Peace to that, Erik

All of a sudden, she heard a few poundings on the thin metal, closed door. She gulped slightly getting up. She moved away from the door. The door had finally broke down into shreds. She just kept her eyes on the shadows near the door. They were talking in Russian. She didn't quite understand what they were saying. She simply moved away from the door as they came closer. She heard a few gunshots up ahead and the shadow dropped down dead. She noticed how another shadow built up. She noticed it was Erik's shadow. She sighed a breath of relief before really settling herself down a notch.

"Sind Sie gut?"

Zelda nodded, although she wasn't. She was lying, she felt horrible. She had just seen several horrifying attacks in one wholesome day. She leaned upon the wall breathing in for a few seconds. She didn't want to get out of this place, but yet, at the same time she did. She was just terribly confused. She noticed how he still had his Luger in one hand. The scene was serious. She pushed herself off of the wall, breathing in the cold air that surrounded her body. A rush of chill had ran past her and she pulled her coat on. The night wasn't still young, it was growing old and Otto was probably worried by now.

"Passen Sie die Tür auf."

She nodded and glanced outside the door. The rain drops just kept pouring onto the ground. It was a situation she did not expect, she had to admit that, but it was just terrifying experiencing it all. All of a sudden he pulled her by the arm into a new room she hadn't seen before. Hence, it was a new room. It was a bit warmer in the new room. She pulled off her coat and watched Erik for a few seconds. "Was wir ist dabei seiend, jetzt zu tun, Obersturmfuhrer Schneider?" She asked with a curious tone of voice. Not only that, but the woman was quite frightened.

[Translations: What are we going to do now?

[∬: Erik Schneider]

With the MP38 in hand, Schneider burst into the next room. He was quite the peculiar site. His dirty blond hair askew and wet from the rain, his uniform bloodied and wet, his jacket open with his undershirt torn, and he was holding an outdated sub-machine gun in his hand. There was also the fact he was dragging a beautiful woman into the room with him. Someone might have gotten the wrong idea if they had seen the spectacle, but the apartment building appeared to be abandoned. The rooms were empty except for the scattered remains of previous owner's possessions and there was no sound of people at all in the building. Schneider stood in the silence, the first he could enjoy all night, searching the room with his eyes. Zelda broke the blissful silence shortly enough though. "Was wir ist dabei seiend, jetzt zu tun, Obersturmfuhrer Schneider?"

"Gehen Sie einen anderen Ausgang finden. Erhalten Sie bis zu Weise, während möglich, wenn Sie tun. Ich passe die Tür auf. " Schneider practically ordered her to leave, before he slammed the door shut. It locked with a loud click. Sighing, he walked over the other side of the room and collapsed into some abandoned boxes and other junk. He felt nauseous and weak, somewhat adjusting his position on the ground to make his wounds more comfortable. He shifted the MP38 on his lap to be pointing at the doorway and slowly shut his eyes. Already exhausted and wounded, Schneider slowly drifted off into sleep. Even with the sound of rain pounding down on the building in a loud, annoying rhythm invading his eardrums. The sound only seemed to lull the Obersturmfuhrer to sleep, even when he was trying to fight against it. His survival might very well count on it.

Moments later, Schneider burst back to life. Fighting off the weariness, he approached the door at the sound of footsteps. He threw the door open to surprise the men and opened fire immediately. Gunning down the Russians, he felt a bullet strike his body and knock him backward. Dropping his weapon, he fell forward on his knees. The pain overwhelmed his entire body so that he had no idea where it hit. Throwing curse words at the the Russian bastards, he collapsed onto his stomach. Struggling to stay awake, he realized it was useless struggle for survival and finally drifted into sleep. Or death. He wasn't sure what it was, but he didn't like it as he withered in pain on the cold, concrete floor of the building.

Not soon after, he found himself awake and alive on a large stretcher. Confused and disorientated, he glanced around to find two Wehrmacht soldiers carrying either side of the stretcher. He was being carried out into the alleyway, where he witnessed a few of the corpses of the communists he had killed. A great triumph for the Reich, he thought to himself. The soldiers must have arrived soon after the sound of gunfire or someone must have alerted them to it. Any of the bastards that reported the disturbance didn't have the courage to help Schneider before he sustained his wounds though, Despicable cowards. He could only grin as he saw the Russian truck crashed into a street lamp and littered with bullet holes. Schneider was loaded into the back of an ambulance, pleased he had helped kill the Russian spies.


Translations:

- "Go and find another exit. Get as far as way as possible if you do. I will watch the door. "

[Daniel Brennan]

Mod Post

Hmmm...

CP:
Action Man: 13CP

Zelda Wolff: 11CP


~Dan