Fear coursed through Katja's veins as he pointed the pistol at her head. But she would've accepted her fate. It was surely better then becoming on of those things. When Günter stepped between them she thanked god for her looks. For they were what had just saved her life. She smiled at him when he haned her the STG 44 and his trench coat. She was rather petite. So the trench coat completely engulfed her little body. So stood roughly 5'3". So the huge trench coat drug the ground. She looked up at him with a soft smile. She signalled for the troops to move out. She led them to where she had lost her squad. The bodies of the Americans were still strewn about, and there were corpses of Germans and zombies scattered amongst them. "This is where it happened. We were taking the Americans from the front, and we were suddenly flanked by a horde of zombies. We took out some of them. But most of us were killed...." Katja said softly. Her husband to be had been in her squad with her. She knew he had been killed by the Americans. She was glad she wouldn't have to see him become one of those things.