After searching the entire floor, it seems as if the stairwell is the only way out. They either need to barricade the collapsing door or figure out a way to fight through the undead.
“So what are we going to do?” Popcorn asks.
“We fight our way through,” Heinz says.
Within five years, Heinz had turned the Aryans of the Fifth Reich into a lean fighting force. Overpopulation had been the problem under the previous Captains’ reigns, but Heinz solved that by starting the Population Control Program. His men exterminated all Aryans who proved too weak or too useless to join the Hammers of the Fifth Reich. They also exterminated anyone who disapproved of their methods or seemed disloyal to the commander in chief. He executed many of the breeding slaves, stating that they would have plenty of new breeding slaves after they took Neo New York. It was not the time to raise children. It was the time they answered their calling and finally took what was rightfully theirs.
When he tried to send word to his father in Platinum, Heinz learned that his father had died a few years back. Then he tried to get in contact with other operatives who had infiltrated the island, but the majority of them were no longer supportive of the Fifth Reich. They had become fat and lazy, content with the luxurious lifestyle of Neo New York. They cared more of their own happiness than that of their brothers. They had been dominated by lesser races for so long that it no longer bothered them.
This setback was not enough to dissuade Heinz from his mission. He directed the nuclear-powered aircraft carrier for Neo New York and went into battle.
“Mein Fuhrer?” said a young soldier to Heinz.
Heinz stopped marching and turned to his soldier. The boy was only twelve-years-old, but he wore his uniform with pride, holding his rifle tightly to his shoulder, standing in line with troops twice his age. Under Heinz’s command, children had to pull their weight just as much as the adults. Those who could not pull their weight were put to death. He wasn’t willing to waste precious food and water on children who could not work or fight. His men could always make more children later, once they had achieved their goal.
As Heinz looked down on the child soldier, the boy smiled up at him. He was so excited to fight for their cause.
“Yes, soldier?” said Heinz, annoyed that the boy spoke without first asking permission.
“Are we really going to win?” asked the boy. “Are we actually going to live on the island and have all the food we can eat?”
Heinz placed his hand on the child’s soldier and smiled.
“Lieutenant?” Heinz asked the man standing by his side.
“Sir?” asked the Lieutenant.
“Have this soldier shot,” Heinz said, his smile turning to a frown. “I don’t need men who lack faith in our strength. A true Aryan would know that our victory is ensured.”
The boy’s face deflated beneath his leader, tears filling his eyes. The boy cried out as the Lieutenant grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of the line. He cried not because his life was about to end, but because he disappointed his leader.
As the gun was fired and the body fell into the sea, Heinz marched down the line to find any other weak-willed soldiers that had to be weeded out. Such men did not deserve the honor of battle.
“We cannot possibly fail,” Heinz told himself, over and over again.
Heinz directs the two women to lead the way down the stairwell. The three of them face the door as its metal frame bends inward.
“How are we supposed to fight them with these?” Popcorn asks, holding up a chair.
Heinz wasn’t about to hand over any of his weapons to the girls, so he gave them each a chair to fight the living dead with.
“All you have to do is shove them back,” Heinz said. “If any of them get past you I will take them down.”
Gogo leans against her chair, eying the nazi’s body up and down. The hunger builds stronger in her by the second. She’s finding the man completely irresistible. Her mouth fills with drool. She’s dying to sink her teeth into his moist fleshy brain.
“You know how fucking strong those things are?” Popcorn asks. “Especially when there’s so many of them.”
“You have no choice,” Heinz says. “You do what I say or you will die.”
Popcorn groans at him and points her chair at the door.
“Fine,” she says. “Let’s get this over with.”
Heinz gets behind the two girls, pointing the submachine gun at their backs.
“Open it,” he says.
Heinz had no idea the military of Neo New York was so large. The aircraft carrier was such a huge vessel that it was seen by the island’s Coast Guard from miles away. This gave the island’s military leaders plenty of time to put all naval forces into action. By the time the Fifth Reich arrived to the island, the carrier was surrounded by hundreds of ships. Heinz had a thousand men in his army, but the military of Neo New York was two hundred thousand strong. He had the largest ship, but it was not enough to put up much of a fight against his enemy.
“One Aryan is worth a thousand of them,” Heinz told his men, his voice shaking as he spoke. “They do not stand a chance against us.”
The men looked around at each other, stepping out of line, staring at the battleships approaching them. They instantly reverted back to the small weak wretches they had been before Heinz had become their leader.
“Victory will be ours!” Heinz said. “We are Aryans! We are the master race!”
His words inspired only anger in the men. They now realized that they had been led astray. They had believed in his stupid impossible dream. They had allowed him to take advantage of them. They had killed their friends, their wives, and their children for him, because he convinced them it was for the good of their people. They had believed all of his bullshit and now they were back where they had started.
The Coast Guard warships ordered the aircraft carrier to turn around or they would consider them hostile and attack. The Fifth Reich didn’t put up a fight. They turned the ship around and fled into the sea. The nazis didn’t stand a chance. Not because they were outnumbered, but because the Coast Guard knew they were coming. The government had long known about the Fists of the Fifth Reich and their plans to attack the island.
It only took a single member of the Brotherhood to ruin their secret plans. An Aryan living in Gold had fallen in love with a Japanese woman, had a family with her, and realized he no longer wanted the Fifth Reich to succeed. After killing two of his Aryan brothers in self-defense, he came forward and explained to the government everything he knew about the Fifth Reich. The government would have sent out their troops right then and there, but they decided the Fifth Reich wasn’t much of a threat to them.
After the Aryans returned to their home waters, they put Heinz and his top officers on a boat and sent them adrift with no food or water. Starved and ill, they eventually made their way back to Neo New York. The Coast Guard allowed them to live in Copper with the rest of the white trash, because they knew that these nazis would work well on the Zombie Survival show. Wayne “The Wiz” Rizla paid the Coast Guard well every time they allowed a newcomer with potential into the Copper Quadrant.
With a small band of men and a new life in Copper, Heinz was determined never to give up the fight. He was beaten, but not defeated. He vowed to build a new army of men out of the citizens in Copper. They would rise up and take the island one quadrant at a time and someday Neo New York would become a utopian Aryan nation as it always should have been.