A grunt, a scream, a few shots from a gun, then a thud was heard from behind the steel door labeled "Laboratory." This noise alerted me, and my partner, who was fast asleep by the ammunitions room, now came running towards me. “What happened?!” he demanded, as he stopped to recover his breath. “Let me alert the men, it could be a spy.” I said, as I held the PR close to my lips. Just then, the bunker shook with such a velocity, I was thrown against a wall. “Ugh…” I moaned, as I tried to stand up. It was so dark; I could have been inside a 50 foot deep underground hole. A cold chill just ran over my body. Was it my fear of the dark? No, it can’t be. It may be my bleeding head. At last, the emergency lights went on. Its red rays illuminated the room dimly, but enough to navigate around. I looked for my partner, but he was nowhere to be found. Then I saw something that explained the chill: the laboratory door was blasted open, and the cold air, filled with the smell of experimentation, mutations, and horror. I immediately shook my head of the thoughts, and went to the intercom panel. “This is #80276 to command, what the hell happened?!” I exclaimed. I received a reply that was hard to make out. “…276, this…command…hit by Russian mortar…power gen…destroyed…repair crew is on their way…ETA 3 hours…””Get a media to he Lab room, I’ve got a man down,” I said. Just then, I heard a shuffling sound behind me, inside the lab. “Rhud, is that you?” I asked, as I readied my MP40, and crept towards the lab. As I turned a corner and prepared to head down a second set of stairs, I saw something, a shadow, resembling a human, drag Rhud’s bloody body around the corner. “It’s that damned spy!” I thought, as I threw a grenade at him. The grenade exploded with a hollow bang, and body parts splattered all over the wall. I went down to make sure that he was dead, and I saw the most horrid thing I could ever imagine: the body wasn’t the spy. It was a guard. He looked pale, and his upper body is crawling at me, slowly but surely. I froze in terror. I was sure I was going to faint, but somehow I managed to pull the trigger on my gun. The sound from the gun brought me back to consciousness, and I ran up the stairs, and towards the Führer’s chamber to warn him.

As I approached the chamber, I heard footsteps and someone barking in Russian. “Damn, they’re already here!” I uttered as I opened the chamber door, “Führer, the lab has…” I stopped in fright as I lay my eyes upon him. His majestic figure was once so noble; the same figure now lies on his chair with a bullet in his head, and tearing marks on his arm. “Oh no, this can’t be true!” I screamed. Just then, I heard the slow opening of the door. I quickly and quietly hid in the closet. After what seems like an eternity, I hear a voice saying, “Aye, he’s dead, let’s leave.” I waited until they left the room, and thought, “we lost the war?” Then, I realized, I had to escape. I yank open the door, and ran towards the exit. I can see, far at the end of the corridor, the last Russian soldier climbing up the ladder. “No!” I screamed. “Wait for me!” As I approached the foot of the ladder, I heard the metal door sealed, then blockaded. I power went out soon after. In the darkness, I hear shuffling and moaning, coming closer and closer. I fired into the darkness and the flash from the muzzle reveal wave after wave of undead, coming at me slowly, but surely. I fired at them, panicking; One by one they fell, only to be replaced by another wave. As I fired my last bullet, I saw something. It was the zombies, with Adolf Hitler, the Führer, leading them.

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side note: If I can get any instructive criticism, that'd be great. It's my first time writing horror literature.

Nice story and you also need to have 1000 words in the stroy.

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Good work, the plot is great.

Like I've said; 1,000 words is a guideline. If someone has a story that is 500 words but is still good it will be accepted.

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