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Authors: Joseph Nassise
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Top Secret Location
Germany
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T THAT VERY
moment, the man that Nichols was toasting was being led from the dark depths of a train car into the cold night air. He suspected he was in Germany somewhere, but he couldn't be certain. All he knew for sure was that he was alive and in the hands of the enemy.
Burke had vague recollections of being dragged half drowned out of the waters of the Thames, of being loaded aboard some kind of metal contraption that stank of sweat and oil and dead flesh. He'd been shackled to a bulkhead and left alone for what felt like days, his wounds slowly bleeding and his thirst growing worse by the hour. Finally, when he thought he couldn't take any more, they'd come for him, dragging him out into the sunlight and feeding him some kind of cold porridge and a hunk of stale bread. He'd recognized his captors then as the squad that had been hunting them in the ruins of London, though he didn't see his former sergeant among them. He wondered if it had been Charlie who had broken his fall into the river.
After a brief rest, he'd been loaded aboard a train with half a dozen other prisoners and the journey had continued. They had traveled for a day, maybe more, before coming to a halt at their present location.
Burke found himself standing in a clearing. At his back was a pine forest, the trees tall and foreboding in the moonlight. There was a light dusting of snow on the ground, and the air was crisp and cold. Far too cold for the ragged remains of his uniform in which he was dressed.
What appeared to be a walled town of some sort filled the clearing ahead of them. Portable lights had been erected, running off a steam generator that could be heard but not seen. The lights all shone on the thick metal wall that surrounded the town and rose to a height of about twenty feet. Barbed wire surrounded the walls at the top.
Guards in German uniforms milled about, some watching the prisoners but most keeping their attention on the structure in front of them.
Almost as if they were afraid of what might come out if those gates opened.
Not if,
Burke thought.
When
.
A German officer stepped out of a squad car parked nearby and tossed a cigarette away into the darkness. Pulling on his gloves and raising the collar of his coat against the cold, he walked along the line of prisoners, looking them over. He stopped in front of a hardy-Âlooking fellow a few men before Burke, looking him over carefully.
The prisoner stared back defiantly.
“Oh, yes,” said the officer. “He'll do.”
Guards came over, grabbed him about the arms, and hustled over to the gate guarding the entrance into the structure. A whistle was blown, and the gates were pulled open with the help of large winches on either side.
Must be heavy,
Burke thought, making note of it for later just in case he needed the information for his escape.
There was no way he was staying here, that was for sure.
As soon as the gates were opened wide enough, the man the German soldiers had taken out of line was forced through the opening and the gates were closed behind him.
The guards turned away and resumed what they were doing.
The screams didn't start for a moment or two. Once they did, however, they spiraled upward and outward, enveloping the newcomers in their deathly embrace.
Another moment passed, and then two.
The screams abruptly stopped.
Into the sudden silence, the officer spoke up.
“My name is Berhard Emmerich; I am the warden here. The facility you see before you, my facility, is officially identified as Stalag 91, but most of us here have a simpler name for it. The Hunting Ground. You will see why in just a few moments.”
Burke hated the man's smug exterior the minute he laid eyes on him. Emmerich just oozed fake sincerity.
“There is only one rule here at Stalag 91.”
The man paused for dramatic effect.
“Survive.”
One by one the prisoners were led toward the gate and forced inside. Most times, the screams were cut mercilessly short. Other times, they went on for long unbearable minutes. One of the men in line tried to make a run for it, only to be shot down before he'd taken half a dozen steps toward the trees behind them.
Burke watched as one of the men tried to fight his captors when they came for him. They beat him unconscious, dragged him through the snow, and threw him through the gate anyway.
There were no screams that time.
Burke waited, biding his time, saving his strength. He knew there was no way he could escape out here, but maybe, once inside, another situation might present itself. He passed the moments memorizing the warden's features, determined to be able to identify him in the future no matter what the circumstance.
He made a vow then and there; he was going to kill Warden Emmerich.
When it was his turn, the guards came with their batons raised as if expecting resistance, but he went along with them docilely enough and only got a jab in the back a time or two for his trouble.
They stopped in front of the gates and waited for them to open.
When they had, the guards stepped forward, intending to force him inside the opening like they'd had to do with all the others.
But there was no need.
As soon as the gates were open sufficiently, Burke stepped between them without hesitation.
He had every intention of meeting this threat, whatever it was, the same way he did everything else.
Head-Âon.
Behind him, the gates slammed shut with a clang.
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OSEPH
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ASSISE
is the author of more than twenty novels, including the internationally bestselling Templar Chronicles series, the Jeremiah Hunt series, and several books in the Rogue Angel action/adventure series from Gold Eagle. He's a former president of the Horror Writers Association, the world's largest organization of professional horror writers, and a multiple Bram Stoker Award and International Horror Guild Award nominee.
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Nassise, Joseph.
On her majesty's behalf / Joseph Nassise. âFirst edition.
pages cm â (The great undead war ; book 2)
ISBN 978-0-06-204878-3 (paperback)
1. World War, 1914â1918âFiction. 2. World War, 1914â1918âEnglandâLondonâFiction. 3. Great BritainâKings and rulersâFiction. 4. ZombiesâFiction. I. Title.
PS3614.A785O54 2014
813'.6âdc23
2014007994
EPUB Edition December 2014 ISBN 9780062048806
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