<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><b>Günter followed Katja with half of the Jürgen's SS troop. The soldiers marched their way through the blood and mud insearch for more americans to slaughter. Günter's eyes scanning the horizon for enemies but for now he saw nothing.</b> <i>"Where are the yankys?.."</i> <b>He questioned, slightly angry. After all he would hate to be wasting time and knew Jürgen wouldnt be happy unless he brought back 5 or 6 US dogtags. With his STG held firmly Günter pushed past Katja, taking the lead he began to approach the woods to the north. He had known US troops to hide in woods back in Italy and had witnessed ambushes on italian tanks by US airbourne hidden in the trees.</b> <i>"There is noone here?!.."</i> <b>He growled as he turned back to face Katja, though he was quick to turn back and face the woods as a blood curdling scream echoed from the darkness deep in the woodland.</b> <i>"We should leave now..."</i> <b>Günter's tone now more passive as he slowly began to walk backwards towards Katja as he saw numerous figures emerge from the trees, staggering, crawling, grunting and growling a mixed batch of American and German dead soldiers were drawn to Günter's shouting. The hoard grew larger by each second and soon began to appear to the left and right, rain then began to fall from the sky making the allready muddy terrain even harder to traverse.</b> <i>"EVERYONE BACK TO THE CONVOY!.."</i> <b>Günter yelled once more as he ordered the retreat, knowing full well he and the hand full of men he had couldnt stand against the growing hoard.</b><br/>
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<i>"Herr Reichsführer, we have intercepted an American radio broadcast.."</i> <b>Yelled an SS communications officer from the middle Halftrack. Jürgen was quick to run to the Halftrack, keen to listen in on the Americans. As the rain began to fall those at the convoy were unaware of the trouble their comrades were in aswell as the trouble themselves were in as the sounds of their vehicle's engines and all the commotion had caught the attention of other nearby undead who were slowly advancing on Jürgen's posistion. As he climbed into the back of the halftrack Jürgen was snatched the receiver from his comms officer and listened contently to Colonel Kenneth Gladney's broadcast whilst his eyes scanned a nearby map for the location of Camp Pendleton, though he soon heard a voice that he recognised and despised.</b></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>:卐:-:卐:-:卐: :卐:-:卐:-:卐: :卐:-:卐:-:卐:</b>​</div><br/><i>"This is Dr. Christian Schenck of the 1st Wehrmacht medical corp!... Your posistion is no longer safe, your broadcast has most likely been intercepted by hostile German forces... I beg of you to bring all survivors to the 1st Wehrmacht Medical Camp 44 miles east of your current posistion!.. Only the Wehrmacht can keep you safe from the SS! You have my word and the word of our Führer Herr Kreiger that you will not be harmed! The Wehrmacht has ceased all millitary opperations against the Americans to focus their efforts on the infected!...</i><b>Prof. Dr. Christian Schenck had also intercepted Colonel Kenneth Gladney's broadcast. Now sat in the camps communications tent he awaited a response from the americans.</b>