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It has been a good long while since the first sign of the... zombies. As unprofessional as it sounds, that's what they are. 

 

I've been searching around with my E-75. I've gone out of a civilized area and into the no-mans-land. Half a tank of gas, only 5 rounds for the main turret, and 120 rounds for the 42. 

 

It's been hell out here. There's not enough food, not enough water, (purified, bad water is bad to drink but it's better than nothing) not enough anything. I can understand why, but come on! some pony is gotta be out there making food, or have something! My civilized area depends on a small acre of food, and rain water! 

 

.... Now that I got that out, I'm heading into a building that has something. I stop the tank, look through the spotting hatch. Nothing. I get slowly and cautiously. My STG44 floating next to me. I saved up on mags for it thank fully, I have 3 now plus one more that I'm using. Also, I can't forget my bow that's hooked onto my back. That thing's silent, but deadly (Yes, fart joke). I start to make my into the store.

 

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private Volt was running in the middle of nothing but grass... how did he ended up there? Alone chased by zombies... everything happened so fast.. just a month before, he was with his 132nd Armoured Division "Ariete" with the Africa Korps in the middle of an hot desert... he never really liked the german soldiers... but the division were his family... even he was nothing more than a simple engineer, reapairing tanks was everything he wanted to do.. he was still helping his country, without having to kill anypony

 

"and now i'm here... lost in the middle of nothing... oh Madonna what have i done to deserve this? I just wanted to retun to my home in Italy... sigh"

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The tanks engine was still rumbling about. If the scout was right, there would be some gas, food, etc for the City-State. "Okay, now, looking for what ever is useful." He said to himself as he entered the abandoned building.

 

He looks around, his STG44 aiming where ever Arrow looks. "Seems clear... for now." He added as he looks through the building. It looks more like an apartment than a store. 

 

Arrow began his search through the cabinets, drawers, and other small bits. There were a few things. some were out of date and bad, but there was somethings that were good.

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Volt stopped for a second

 

"ok ok.... they are alone,.. i hope... calm down calm down Volt..."

 

he then started to look around

 

"damn i hate Germany even more.. how they can live in a place like that? Ok ok.. remember.. basic training.. food and shelter... food and shelter"

 

he then made the sign of the cross

 

"sweet god help me.... ok ok... let's see... "

 

he then opened his bag, carefully not to touch his wounded wing

 

"sigh... a pegasus that can't fly, during a zombie apocalisse... fantastico Volt.... fantastico...nah.."

"ok so i have those two useless landmines, a piar of bliders, a vacuum tube, a broken radio, an empty mag, my pistol and my stupid Mab...with just ten bullets... yep.... i'm pretti screwed..."

 

he then sit down

 

"what happened? everything has been so fast... i can't remember... i was with my division at the border... fighting against those communists... then the gas... last thing i remember.. is my capitain tank blowing up... sigh.. they are going to shoot me... i runned away... traitor... i can never return home... I disappointed the Dux..."

 

the sun was setting behind the hill, Volt noticed a small house in the foreground

 

"what's that?? An house? Oh grazie signore! Maybe i'm saved!"

 

he then started trotting toward the house, trough the dead crops field

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Private Chetnik was, upon coming from Yugocoltia, greeted by Soviet staff, who gave him the neccessities and dropped him off at an airfield. It was close to the border, near the battlefield, he could hear the shots in the distance.

 

His first mission was a weapons drop to the battlefield. It wasn't his job but with the tank division bingo on ammo it was an order that he couldn't refuse. He was sitting in the cockpit of his Il-2, hoof on the starter, nervous, knowing that once he took off there was no turning back.

 

Night was close, and he had to hurry. He pushed the starter and the Il-2 rolled through the crop field.

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Volt reached the little house, he was shaking

 

"come on stupid.. open the door"

 

he loaded his rifle and carefully opened the door

 

"i hope to remember something in german..."

 

"ahem.. gibt es keine?"

 

No pony answered.. Volt entered in the dark house

 

"sigh... why i wanted to have somepony? nah... at leasti have a shelter..."

 

he then gathered some piece of woods from a broken chair

 

"Now where is the fireplace? oh here it is!"

 

he then lighted up the wood with a little Zippo lighter

 

"damn Americans.. they have the better shit... luckily i found this in the desert..."

 

he then heard a weird sound behind him, he suddenly turned poiting his gun

 

"Altolà! chi c'è???" (whose there?)

 

he was shaking again

 

"i.. m friend.. ehm amico... freund? "

 

"aw... shit"

 

he then pulled the trigger toward the zombie

 

"MUORI CANE!"  ("Die dog!")

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Chetnik headed to the battlefield, but encountered nothing. Just a bunch of Germane and Russian bodies everywhere. And a few zombies, munching on their corpses.

 

"Jeb'o majku svoju, znaci nije obicna prica (I can't believe it with my own eyes, it's not just a story)"

 

"Die motherfuckers, eat Red lead!" he yelled as dispatching them.

 

He then heard fire from a soldiers' cottage, abandoned because of the zombie epidemic.

"That can't be one of our comrades, it must be an infiltrator"

 

He landed his plane near the cottage and, with pistol in hand, called:

 

"Alo? Ima koga? Can anybody hear me?"

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Volt was keeping spamming over the trigger, beside the zombie corpse was sluagterd in fron of him, and no bullet remained

 

he then sat down... only to hear a russian accent

 

"oh merda! (shit) communists!" Volt thought, packing away his mab and estracting his pistol.

 

"now i'm really screwed.. god help me please.. i promise i will go to church every Sunday if i survive"

 

he then hided in the corner of the door, ready for the 'guest' to enter

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Chetnik heard heavy breathing.

 

"I can hear you, Nazi!"

 

No response.

 

"I must have misheard" he thought. He went to his plane to get vodka, and leaned on the cottage wall.

 

"All alone, no battle around me, finally some quiet time"

 

He hummed the Chetnik song "March on the Drina" while taking a few sips

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"he.. he gone... bucking drunk communists... i can't let him go.. he have a plane.. maybe food!"

 

Volt was now in front of the door

 

"act fast think fast.. like a folgore (lighting)...come on Volt you can do it... you don't have to kill him..."

 

Volt opened the door and runned behind the unknow pony

 

"FREEZE! PUT DOWN YOUR GUN!!!"

 

Volt was poiting his little sidearm shaking toward the pony

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NightStrike entered the city... "Well, so this is how home looks like.." He thought "abandoned by evertying but those zombies. Guess I'll have to survive out here." He floated his crossbow from his back. It was especially made for him... special arrows scope, it had everyting. Except ammunition. And dang those arrows where hard to find.

 

As he moved further into the city he could hear some engine rumbling. It sounded like a tank, he decided to check it out.

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Chetnik threw his bottle to the floor to distract the pony.

It gave him just enough time to take out his pistol

 

"Stay back!" he yelled, gun pointed at the enemy, slowly moving back to his plane

"I warn you! I'm not Russian but I can still kill!" he said nervously

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Arrow's tank was on standby outside of an apartment complex. It looked like a King Tiger, But had different exhaust pipes. (If your ponies in the front or from the sides) It was an E-75.

 

Arrow, on the other hoof (No hands) was already trotting up to his tank with a bag filled with things. "Okay! Now for the gas..." He trailed off as he trots back into the house and down towards a basement with a generator.

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"maybe you are not russian, but sure you look like a communist! wha are you? Poland? Romania? Serbia? .. well i don't care! I don't want to harm you so please put down your weapon, maybe we can get out of here togheter... we are both.. in a strange condition... don't make this worse... "

 

Volt was very nervous, he never saw 'the enemy' so close to him...

 

"So that's how a communist looks... they told us they are monster... he look like a normal drunk east pony..."

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Chetnik threw his weapon.

 

"I am a Chetnik. Serbian guerilla warrior. I normally would never trust Nazis but I have a feeling you are different..."

 

"And you? How did you get here?"

 

Chetnik inspected the pony closely. He looked in a bad shape, his badges looked Italian...

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Volt slowly putted away his gun

 

"i'm... i'm Volt... Doctor Electron Volt.. private.. engineer... 132nd Armoured Division Ariete... it...italian... the last one of my division.... all my tanks.. blowed up.. the rest of my platoon... probably dead now... i.. i escaped... i left them... i .. i am a traitor..."

 

he then sat on the ground looking at his badges

 

"i never did something right... i was just good at fixing tanks.. nothing more...never been able to shoot a single pony... worthless i was.. worthless i am.. and starving i will die..."

 

"probably even my family will hate me now..." he said looking at a photo with a cute mare on it "if they are still alive... i disappointed the Dux..."

 

"excuse me.. if.. if i ask.. do you have.. water or something? I don't drink and i don't eat since four days... never stopped running..."

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"That vodka was the last of it, but in my plane I have food. But how can I trust you? If General sees me helping a Nazi, I will be shot on the spot..."

 

Chetnik became a little suspicious. He knew that the pony would try to sabotage him. But in his gut he knew that Volt was a good guy.

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"Vodka? never tried... generals??? You still have generals? that means you have still an army!... we...well.. i should not thell you... but..there is no more a german army or an italian army... the.. the axis... is divide.. only small groups of pony fighting to survive... the third reich dream is dead... the new roman empire is dead... everything died with those zombies... only pain and darkness rules above those lands... probably even the fuhrer now is dead.. i just hope that the alps will keep the virus from my country... that means that in your zone the virus didn't spread!.... what ... what a fine weapon your army used.... "

 

Volt looked at the ground... "i should not trust you... i mean.. you still are my enemy... but i'm tired off all of this... i just want to go back to my family... my compagni will shoot me.. your comrades would shoot me as well... i am without anything... just god... and the hope to see my love again"

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"Then let's go to my plane. It's a two seater, but because of the epidemic I fly alone. The Chetniks and Partizans are together now, they have only one general - Draza. They're fighting to stay alive."

 

Chetnik and Volt entered the plane.

 

"Here, I have some cornbread, from home, and some rakija (brandy). While you eat, we must make a plan."

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"you.. you are very kind... but i don't feel confortable in a base filled with... communists and russians... they will surelly kill me... if your situation is like you described.. they will never feed another mouth.. especially if it is an enemy one... leave me alone here.. it's better for you... thank you for the bread... it tastes of nothing but it is still food... thank you very much.."

 

Volt said looking at the plane

 

"what an interesting vehicles... the wings remember me the ones of those spooky spitfires upon our head... i saw one blowing up a Tiger... what a terrible vision... it looks like a flying tank..." he said knocking with his hoof on the fuselage

 

"may god be with you... i will lead west.. i hope to find some axis guys... togheter i can survive... or they will shoot me.. better shooted than eated alive... still if they don't want to waste a bullet for somepony like me...."

 

(gotta go to sleep.. see you tomorow.. goodnight!)

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"I can't leave you here, you don't stand a chance here, the zombies are stronger than you think, there's 500 kilometers to Berlin, you will never make it. Wait. I'll take you there. We can team up with them and fight together."

 

Chetnik was willing to sacrifice himself to save this pony, he had a family to care for.

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"Sei pazzo! (you are mad!)"

 

Volt esclaimed to the other pony

 

"Berlin? for what? to turn your plane into a nice swiss hole-filled cheese?"

 

Volt rubbed his hoof around the red star on the wing

 

"... even if.. those... zombies or whatever they are... we are still enemy... also there isn't place for me at Berlin.. they will shoot me as soon as they call the italian headquartier... without adding the fact than they will never accept in their safe city a pony that can possibly carry the virus... i heard they are buiding a wall... they call them the Berlin wall... to divide the unifected Europe to the infected one... Italy is saved by the Alps and their cold.. so is Greece... but there isn't any obstacle to the virus for Germany and France... they will never risk... i am blocked here in any case... i'm a traitor in Italy, i am an infected in Germany, i am an enemy in Russia.. there is no place for me... just leave me here... if i die i wil happy to meet the goodlord..."

 

Volt paused for a moment looking at the sunset

 

"it's getting dark... i must find a place... listen... friend... if you really want to help me, keep fighting with your comrades.. and kill all of those zombie... it's the only think i want.."

 

he then looked again at his photo

 

"Ti amo (i love you)..." he whispered at it, he then put his hoof on the other pony's shoulder

"good luck friend... and thank you for all... i still have hope and god with me"

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As NightStrike moved further into the city he noticed a big tank. He immediately dived for cover behind a building. But after a while he noticed that the tank engine wasn't running. The driver was probably gone. He decided to move up to the tank and await the driver there. It was a Germanenian tank, but he didn't loose his guard.

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As NightStrike moved further into the city he noticed a big tank. He immediately dived for cover behind a building. But after a while he noticed that the tank engine wasn't running. The driver was probably gone. He decided to move up to the tank and await the driver there. It was a Germanenian tank, but he didn't loose his guard.

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Atlas poked a hole in the car's gas tank and let it drip out it's precious fuel.

"Thank Celestia! A fuel tank!" He had done this to every car and truck in the small town. Once the last of the fuel was put into one of his jerry cans he went over his supplies.

 

"Food should last me a while, water is fine, ammo could be better but it will do, fuel i've got a few days on none stop driving" He had already looked for any survivors. None were to boe found. The town was suprisingly empty. He had found a few corpses but that's it. No zombies or ponies. This must have been one of the towns that got evacuated.

 

"I'm all set" He flew into the drivers seat of his kubelwagen. He had been lucky enough to find it out in a battle field abandoned and with some fuel in it. He pulled out his map. The road main road led to a city. Great. He had to take this road to get to Berlin and to safety. Atlas had heard about somehting in Berlin on the radio he had found from an abandoned military camp. He hoped the war had ended by now and he get a plane to Manehatten. He could just go around the city but that would take up some full.

 

He weighed his options. A city was a big risk big reward. Lots of zombies but lots of supplies and a faster trip. He cranked the engine and drove to the city.

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