Five Generations - One Eternal Combat
Sgt. Blaze was in a London military encampment. Having just
been debriefed after his escape from the Nazi castle, he was
now in the medical ward having his wounds treated.
Sergeant Blaze, it would almost appear that you defeated the
Nazis... singlehandedly," said Lieutenant Weems, the British
officer that had debriefed him.
Blaze gave no sure sign of agreement. "I did what I needed
to do to get out of there. The rest was just payback for what
those bastards did to humanity."
enough. We'll be speaking with your commanding officers and
the American military, but I can tell you now that we expect
your mission to remain highly classified. I'll have to ask
you not to speak of your mission to anyone."
won't hear any complaints out of me," Blaze replied. "The
Nazis know who sent'em to their maker. You tell the press
whatever you want to tell them."
Lt. Weems smiled. "You're a commendable soldier, Blaze. Congratulations
for a job well done."
The medical officer examining Sgt. Blaze looked up from his
magnifying glass. "Lieutenant, you may wish to have a look
at this." As the lieutenant walked over, the medtech began,
"I first thought something was peculiar when I examined the
sergeant's bullet wounds. You said he had been shot a few
days ago, but these wounds look like they've been healed for
Weems gave him a peculiar glance as he continued. "I took
a tissue sample, and stained it to examine the cells. You
can see for yourself what happened." As the lieutenant examined
the microscope, he went on. "The stained cells should have
been killed, but not only are they still alive, they're actively
rejecting the stain." The medtech pointed at the slide. "In
fact, several of the dead cells are slowly coming alive, one
Lt. Weems looked up. "What does this all mean?"
sir, this is the most peculiar tissue sample I've seen. If
I hadn't taken it from the sergeant myself, I wouldn't have
believed it." He lowered his voice. "This man has some form
of regenerative ability unlike any human."
The lieutenant opened his mouth, but before he could say anything,
a PFC burst through the doors of the medical ward. "Lieutenant!"
he shouted. "There's an emergency!"
is it, private?" Lt. Weems responded.
being attacked, sir!" came the reply.
The PFC gulped. "Frankly, sir, we're not sure what."
Lieutenant Weems turned to Sergeant Blaze, but he had already
run out the door.
Klaxon warnings went off through out the base. MPs scattered,
heading toward the gates.
Sgt. Blaze burst through the outer doors of the medical ward,
searching for the source of the chaos. His search was short-lived,
however, as an explosion near the east gate pinpointed the
intruder... or intruders.
Blaze ran towards the nearest armory. He heard the sounds
of gunfire as the MPs tried to bring down the intruder. However,
he froze in his tracks when he heard a decidedly inhuman scream...
one he'd heard before, one that haunted his nightmares.
He ran into the armory, where a private was unpacking machine
guns, and handing them out to the MPs. He handed one to Blaze,
but the sergeant brushed it aside, and ran further into the
armory. He located the box he was looking for, and pried it
open with his bootknife. Grabbing his weapon of choice and
some ammo, he ran towards the attacker. The private protested
as he left, "Sir, you're not authorized..."
Sgt. Blaze dismissed him as he departed with one hand and
a single word: "Zombies."