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"Well that settles it, we need to listen to them and we will survive for a little bit." said Mitch.

we must think of a way to escape them and get our weapons back. When we stop, we will need to talk about a plan. thought Mitch. He knew the only way to escape now would be to capture one of them, probably their leader, and then hold him ransom for their escape, a car, and weapons.

During this whole time george had been minding his own, but studying each person very much.
He had picked out a limp of the soldier behind him; and he lashed out for it smashing into the mans shin, grabbing his combat knife slashed his wrist, almost clean off. He did all this just before the man was going to push him towards the car. He grabbed the gun and managed to dispatch one other of the guard before diving into the cover of the car.
I hope the front group can take care of themselves he thought whilst unloading half a clip into the gurads direction dispersing them...

((That means that the officer is the only one left.))

The officer, stunned by the attack, did not waste time trying to fight back. He pulled a pistol from his belt and shot himself in the head, killing him instantly.

"You idiot!" Thom yelled, pulling himself out of the car. "They knew this place. They knew how to kill those things. You're lucky I'm crippled or I'd kick you in the face!" Walker pulled himself over to the flamethrower and threw it into the car next to his wheelchair. He searched through the officer's pockets and pulled out a pair of keys, probably to the car. "Thank God... You're lucky I don't drive on without you. What the hell were you thinking?!"

Im sorry but it was either get them now or they would have just killed us later...
Something tells me that they werent here to rescue us...
I could have taken a hostage but then we would have had to control him, he could have alerted others or anything...
Talking about alerted enemies we need to aquire weapons and get out of here...

"I agree. That was a dumb move to attack them. We don't know where we are, how big the island is, where the nearest source of water and food is..."
Worm searched for his M1 Carbine, but couldn't find it anywhere. It was gone.
"Aw, man. I loved that gun... I hope I get my hands on an MP40 or Kar98k instead. Maybe even an StG44 or a Gewehr 43..."

Worm looked at the sky, and wondered where they were. He also wondered where the frig North was, and then where the [&@%!] they were going.
"Yo, person who is driving. Where are we going?"

"Funny you should ask. I'm missing one of the most important components in driving a car," Thom replied sarcastically, throwing the keys to Worm. "You're up. And any Luger we find is mine." Thom reached over and grabbed the gun from George. "You're lucky I'm letting you keep the knife, too," Walker scolded, pulling out the mag and putting it on the seat beside him, then pulling back the bolt to eject the other shell.

As the combat between the survivors and the Nazi officer's soldiers came to rest, the sounds of short footsteps could be heard. Out of a large, bright plant came a young woman. She was stunningly beautiful, reaching an average height with long, golden hair and a body shaped like an hourglass. She wore a short, tattered white dress with no shoes.

She was shocked at the sight of the bodies of the Nazi soldiers, falling to the ground and screaming as she found their dead, lifeless eye met hers. "Who are you people!?" she shouted at the survivors, pulling herself away from the group with tears pouring from her eyes as the mud from the ground covered her and her clothing.

"You wanna shoot this one, too?" Walker glanced at George. "Who are you, and where are we? Our questions first."

The girl was shocked at Walker's words. "Abigail" she said. Her voice indicated that she was in her early twenties. "Abigail Adamski. Who are you? Why are they dead? I don't fear your weapons! You tell me now!"

"Like I said, my answers first. Where are we?" Walker demanded, raising his voice.

"I don't know!" she gathered a handful of dirt and threw it at Walker's face. "I was on a ship before I ended up in this bloody warzone! It sunk, and I woke up here on the shores of this...place! And now I want my answers! Who are you!? Who are these men!? Why are they dead, and you all alive!?"

"[&@%!] [&@%!]," Walker sighed, wiping the dirt from his face. "We were on that ship, too, you stupid little girl. These are Nazis. In case you've never heard of them, they like to kill people."

"Nazis!? How is that possible!? I know who they are, you legless fool! And I suggest you quit calling me names! I don't think you know what's out there! I've been awake for three days in this horrid place. There were other survivors, too - most of them armed. But they're all gone now...because the terrible creatures of this jungle wiped them all out! I was the only one that stayed on the beach with a sickly man who was with our group...the rest charged into the jungle after some type of deer and never came back. And then the man died of his disease and left me there alone to rot!" She sat up and stared at the officer with a look of fear on her face. "I'm sorry..." she said to Walker. "I truly am sorry. But please answer my first question - What are your names?"

"No," Thom stated. "I don't believe you. We'd have died if we'd been out for three days. You're lying, and you need to tell me why, before I get Mr. Trigger-happy," Walker indicated George with a nod, "to shoot you."

"My name is Mitch. I am a member of the British Army. I was on a plane and it crashed in the water and I was an only survivor. These men helped me get past the Nazi guards as they were about to kill me." Mitch said to the girl. He knew that it was a lie, but someone had to say something.

"Guys, they put their guns in the trunk of the car. We can get those out and at least we will be armed."

unknown to the group he had picked up his webley and a mp40 from the dead guard. ''since i am the only german here i suggest we try and blend in.'' gustav began to strip one of the guards and started to put his uniform. ''i think this might work but only if one of you put on that other uniform'' he added as he looked at the group, and for the first time truly looked like a german soldier

"well,i think we should try to find transport first"
"you,woman,stay with us if you wish but I'm watching you"
Randal picked up a few pistols from the soldiers

George stayed with just a knife, but if the situation arose he would take a gun.

"Can anyone else speak german exept gustav? As the uniforms will be of less use otherwise."

George went about searching the vehiciles for useful things.

Mitch put on one of the other uniforms. "I don't speak German. If someone else does, then they should be the other Soldier."

Abigail looked at the group's strange actions with an eyebrow raised. "How long have you people been awake? An hour? A day? Where are you people going, anyway?" She stood to her feet and patted some dirt off of her dress. "If not for the dangerous monsters native to this jungle, this would be quite an easy place to live in." She revealed a large sack that had hung from her shoulders and was behind her when she stumbled upon the group. She took it off and poured in out onto the hood of the car. Out came many large, exotic fruits with beautiful bright colors and juice pouring from their skins. "Eat, please. I'm willing to bet that everyone here is hungry." She picked up an apple-looking fruit and took a bite. The sound of the crunch was amazing. These fruits were literally perfect.

"Fine, we'll do things your way," Walker complained, reaching into the car and grabbing the flamethrower. He pointed the nozzle at this girl. "You could be my dear old Grandma on this island, and I wouldn't trust you. Now, if you like your skin, you'll explain why you lied to us."

"Hey,calm down.even if she is lying she could be useful,besides....i'm a little hungry"

"I agree with your friend here." Abigail sat on the hood beside the fruits and crossed her legs, taking another bite out of the fruit in her hand. "You act as though you've cornered me." she said to Walker. "But you have cornered yourselves. Your little crash survivor here," she pointed at Mitch. "Claims to have been on a plane before crawling upon this terrible place. You claim to have been on my ship. The likelyhood of him landing in the same area as you people is quite slim. And even if he did, you'd sooner trust a so called "pilot" than a passenger of your own vessel?" she shook her finger and took another bite out of the fruit. "You may blast me with flames if you'd like. I really do not fear you, or any of your comrades. If you fight against what appears to be the Nazi soldiers of this jungle, than you are the heroes - not the villains."

"Thank you, I will take some of that fruit. "