Another DayZ Short Story: The Foreigners, part 2

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Before you read:

http://dayzmod.com/forum/index.php?/topic/131699-another-dayz-short-story-the-foreigners-part-1/

---start of part 2---

Warning: This part of the story may have considerably more graphic and/or violent language and images.

Wolfgang ran back into the delhi and dove behind the counter just in time; the bottles and dishes on the counter exploded into millions of fragments under the hail of illegally converted automatic firearms. He sat up and inched towards the kitchens, back into the room of rotting meat, preferring to join the dead without dying.

Herr and co kept shooting, eventually busting the door in and following Wolfgang. They kept shooting the whole way into the restaurant. Wolfgang took some pot shots from the doorway of the kitchen, then retreated back into the maze of ovens and sandwich preparation stations. Pots, pans, and bags of moldy sandwich bounced, flew, and shredded with each salvo and valley of racist gunfire. Wolfgang took a few more potshots, and thought he'd scored a hit when the shooting finally died down. He poked his head up, hesitantly, to investigate. "Oh, it's clear..." he whispered to himself.

Just as Herr and his friend jumped into the cookery.

Startled, Wolfgang held the trigger down and fell back. There was screaming when he landed and his gun went from "Bang bang bang" to "Click click click." Sheist! Motherfuc... He threw the gun aside and looked for anything to defend himself with.

Wolfgang had almost made it to the back of the kitchen, to the fire escape, when Herr stepped into the end of the row. Wolfgang froze, and put his hands up. "Look, man, we can work this out. I'm not actually-"

"SIEG HEIL MOTHERFUCKER!" Herr raised his pistol and pressed it against Wolfgang's forehead. He shoved hard, forcing Wolfgang's head back until he heard his neck crack. There was the odd sense of relief to neck cracking, coupled with the pant-pissing fear of being shot in the head by a large, smelly German man. "I... I don't..."

Wolfgang swallowed. "O-okay." he swung a hand up to salute. "Sei-ow!" The side of his hand throbbed, from where it struck the side of Herr's pistol. "Ouch, fuck. I-" he stood up straight and realized what he'd done; the gun was on the floor, a few feet away, past a row of cabbages. Now his only advantage is the fact that he's three times my size.

Wolfgang took a step back, then several, then turned and ran. Herr chased him. Wolfgang grabbed silverware, cutlery, food, plates, platters, a phone, and some phone books, and threw them behind him in desperate attempts to stop the advancing Aryan hoodlum. Herr was not deterred, and made up what he lacked in speed with determination.

Halfway back into the delhi proper, Wolfgang tripped and crashed into a table, catching a rough corner with his stomach. he landed on his knees, coughing and clutching his gut. "Ow..." Herr was only a few bounds behind him. He put his hands on the table and tried to pull himself up, but grabbed something off of it instead and slipped back down, cracking his head against the linoleum floor. He groaned, and could feel Herr bearing down on him. He swung, futilely in a last effort to defend himself. He opened his eyes when something liquidy spread across his face. "The hell?!"

When Wolfgang fell, it was because he had grabbed a butcher's knife. Still tight in his hand, the swing sent the wedge of blade into Herr's neck, buried halfway. "Holy... holy crap... I won..." Wolfgang pushed, and let the body fall beside him, then slowly got up. "I won. I WON!" He let out a whoop. The fear, the exhilaration, the adrenaline, the endorphins!

MmmmmrrrrrrrrrreiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiichZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Something pale and long-since dead shambled into the kitchen.

Twenty more pale and long-dead somethings shambled into he building.

Countless more were shambling into the streets.

"God fucking dammit." Wolfgang pulled the pendant from his neck and threw it at the closest zombie. "That's given me enough damn problems." He grabbed another knife and slipped out the back door.

===============If you liked this story, try 2 Years to DayZ and the first part of this story. Make sure to follow this topic and my thread posts if you want more stories, as they're sure to come.

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