
(Note: This is my first attempt at a zombie story and I appreciate any comments you folks might have. Keep in mind that this story is a work in progress, but I will try to update it as often as I can. Thank you for taking the time to read my story and I hope you enjoy it. )
As sounds of gunfire gradually faded from his ears, the only thing Viktor Tarkov heard was his own heavy breathing. The acrid smell of gunpowder hung in the air the way fog would in the early morning. He never got tired of that smell, but he had grown weary of the death that came before it. Viktor had seen enough death to last him the rest of his life, but more death would be seen before the war was over.
Viktor's mind raced back to the first time he saw combat. It was back in 1941 and he was a fresh troop with a new rifle. He was assigned to a unit whose orders were to hold a Russian village long enough to allow the villagers to escape and for them to destroy anything that could be used by the Germans. German soldiers attacked the village from what felt like all directions and the ferocity of the Germans scared many of the young soldiers. Though he was as scared as his fellow soldiers, Viktor was determined to survive long enough to allow the villagers he was protecting to reach safety. Bullets whizzed past his head and impacted the battlements he and his fellow troops had placed the week before. It was a brave fight, but in the end they were forced to retreat and the village fell into German hands.Though his unit had denied the Germans the villages valuable resources, it was Viktor's first taste of combat and his first taste of defeat. Viktor lost many friends during that battle and he would see many more deaths in his years in the Red Army, but one death would always haunt him. The war against Germany was in it's final year and Viktor, like so many others, awaited the day when he could return home and live as a normal man and not as a soldier in the Red Army.
Reality came back to him in the form of his friend, Nikolai. "Tarkov, you ok ?" Nikolai asked, concerned for his comrades well being.
"Da, Kolya, I'm ok." He answered." I just needed a few moments to catch my breath."
Nikolai knew something was troubling his friend, but couldn't quite figure out what it was.
"Good, because Major Danilov wants to see us in his quarters right now." Nikolai said.
"What do you suppose the major wants to see us about ? " Viktor asked
" Don't know, but Comrade Ivanov said it was urgent. " Nikolai replied.