Burial in the Snow (WWII Horror RP, IC)

[Rynagria]

December 31, 1944
Somewhere in the Ardennes Forest
Snowing,-4°F

There's something out there, watching us, something that's not human. I can feel its eyes staring into me for the past nine days, ever since our whole platoon got separated from our company......... We started off with forty-five men, now there's only six of us left, several soldiers disappearing every night.

No screams, no gunshots, no trace of the men that disappeared, nothing. Whatever this thing is, it's not taking any sides either, since earlier we ran into a squad of Krauts, what's left of it at least. I don't know what the hell is going on here, but I'll be damned if it'll stop me from getting back.

2nd Lt. Brandon Crowley

101st Airborne

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Two days later......

January 2, 1944
Somewhere in the Ardennes
Snowing, 13°F

It has been two days since then, now there are several German Soldiers and villagers from an empty village we passed by have decided to join forces, having been through the same thing. But, as the groups number increases, so does the desperation. Less food and water to go around, ammunition has been dwindling due to previous encounters with it. We need supplies fast, so scavenging is necessary for our survival. Despite all of the bad news, we've only had light amounts of casualties, but that's as good as any news will get.

2nd Lt. Brandon Crowley

101st Airborne

Finishing his journal entry for the day, Brandon Crowley snapped it shut, then looking around the camp they have created from the remains of another decimated German unit. It was still daytime, so it was still mostly safe to be lounging around like this in the open, since there was a small chance of it appearing for them. Nevertheless, they had to be on their guard, especially towards the SS personnel. He considered them to be unpredictable, not like the Wehrmacht, as both were soldiers only fighting for their country.

"Ahem, roll call! Shout out your name if you're still alive! After that, come to me for a brief discussion on what we will do next, you Krauts are included." Announced the Lieutenant, brushing off the snow from his pants and standing up from where he sat, going towards the campfire at the center. Next, he slung his carbine behind him and drew his Colt M1911A1, as it was becoming a common rule for the group to walk around with a loaded arm in hand, since it increased the chance of survival.

[Rostogovia]

"Here!" Jack shouted, answering the roll call. He was deeply immersed in a new book he found in the village, "The Great Gadspy." by F. Scott Fitzgerald. The book was translated into french, however he new just enough french that he was able to understand the general meaning of the words. It was irrelevant anyway, Jack was innately familiar with the book. Jack found reading to be a great way to escape from the grim reality of the situation, the preserver of his sanity. Reluctantly Jack lowered the book and approached the Lieutenant

[Corenea]

Corporal David Spiegel was sharpening his knife with a rock when he heard the Lieutenant shouting for roll call. He put in knife away and stood up, gripping his trusty Thompson. "Corporal David Spiegel, Here sir!" He shouts. "Permission to translate your command in German, sir?" He continued.

[Rynagria]

Corporal David Spiegel was sharpening his knife with a rock when he heard the Lieutenant shouting for roll call. He put in knife away and stood up, gripping his trusty Thompson. "Corporal David Spiegel, Here sir!" He shouts. "Permission to translate your command in German, sir?" He continued.

"Your choice Corporal, but I think they understand......... At least I think I do." Answered the Lieutenant, before stopping to think if they did understand what he said, then shrugged at the thought. By then, he was standing near the fire, attempting to warm himself as much as possible, throwing in some extra thawed out twigs and branches.

[Corenea]

OOC: This is from Google translate so it might not be real German

Nodding at the Lieutenant, Spiegel turned to the German soldiers and translated the lieutenant's commands.

"Ähem, rollen an! Schreien ihre namen, wenn sie noch am leben sind! Danach kommen zu mir für eine kurze diskussion über das, was wir als nächstes tun wird."

[St Azpilicueta]

Isaiah Isaacsen

Isaiah had been sitting down tinkering with his Springfield rifle, he had spent the last half hour zeroing in his rifle so make sure he would be dead on when the time came to shoot. Using a stick stuck in the barrel using the length of said stick he dialed his scope accordingly to about 700 yards which was about the distance he had been working with for awhile. He was sitting down leaning against a small snow bank formed from the snow they had moved off the camp sight. As he sat there he heard Crowley call out for roll call. Hearing the call Isaiah stood up and looked around the camp looking at all his fellow soldiers and the accompanying German soldiers. Isaiah had been reluctant to converse with them since the Nazi were unapologetically anti-Semitic and with Isaiah's heritage that did loan itself to conversation. As he made his way over to the central campfire to he attend roll call throwing his rifle over his shoulder and once there he stood up and looked Crowley in the eyes. And just before he reported in he pulled out his father Star of David pendant to be in full sight of everyone.

"Privet Isaiah Isaacsen reporting in sir." He said his gruff voice contrasted with his thick Minnesota accent.

Nathân Bacq

Nathân or as the people in town had called him Father Grey (Père Gris) was sitting amongst some of the German soldiers conversing and reading off bits and pieces of the bible to the soldiers. Nathân was deep in though thinking about the situation at hand and how it was much more dreadful and melancholy then any other point in the war, surpassing the cups toon and the deportations. He couldn't figure out why this was though, was it just the feel of the cold winter day? Was it the thing hiding out in the forest behind them? What ever it was Nathân seemed to feel at peace even with the fear of death looming with the creature in the trees.

"Oh father our god may you please give us the strength to persevere through this time of tribulation" his pray was in German but was cut off short by Crowley calling for a roll call. Nathân looked up and in his direction.

"I am here." He said in the little English he knew from being around so many American soldiers.

[Qeno]

A blind woman's voice was heard from the background a scarf covering her mouth and a cane guiding her path. "Claus? Claus?" She called almost hearing a new set of voices speaking in English and in one of the many accents spoken only in America along with German phrases spoken in heavy accents but that was not what the young woman was looking for. Lisa eventually took a deep breath making a cloud of vapor peer out of her nose and she was about to call out the same name before bumping into a snow caked tree closer to the team of soldiers coming from opposing nations then she walked a little closer before smacking herself in the forehead with a low lying branch.

"Ouch" Lisa muttered pressing down on her forehead for a moment and started to walk unknowingly towards the soldiers' camp with her cane prodding around at the snow covered ground. She kept a small purse keeping safe the cigarette lighter, the pistol her cousin named Claus handed her, and a few coins of pocket change from the countries she visited.

[Kolmya]

WIP
"Hier" called Daniel Ebersbach. He sat and looked at the photograph of his High school love, Adalwolfa. Her long brown soft hair, her smooth pale skin shining in the moonlight of that crisp Autumn night, so long ago it seemed. Her sharp green eyes lighting up in the slight breeze of the night. He came back to and looked down at his K98. He took out his cleaning kit and got to work...

[Rynagria]

A blind woman's voice was heard from the background a scarf covering her mouth and a cane guiding her path. "Claus? Claus?" She called almost hearing a new set of voices speaking in English and in one of the many accents spoken only in America along with German phrases spoken in heavy accents but that was not what the young woman was looking for. Lisa eventually took a deep breath making a cloud of vapor peer out of her nose and she was about to call out the same name before bumping into a snow caked tree closer to the team of soldiers coming from opposing nations then she walked a little closer before smacking herself in the forehead with a low lying branch.

"Ouch" Lisa muttered pressing down on her forehead for a moment and started to walk unknowingly towards the soldiers' camp with her cane prodding around at the snow covered ground. She kept a small purse keeping safe the cigarette lighter, the pistol her cousin named Claus handed her, and a few coins of pocket change from the countries she visited.

Hearing the commotion, he signaled for those that have gone to him to stay put, beginning to walk towards the source of the sound. In his approach, the lieutenant cocked back the hammer of his pistol, before he came upon the girl. Upon catching this sight, he immediately picked her up from the snow and ran towards the camp, reaching it in a matter of seconds. Crowley then lowered her to the ground.

"............. Are you alright?"

[Imperial City-States]

December 31, 1944
Somewhere in the Ardennes Forest
Snowing,-4°F

There's something out there, watching us, something that's not human. I can feel its eyes staring into me for the past nine days, ever since our whole platoon got separated from our company......... We started off with forty-five men, now there's only six of us left, several soldiers disappearing every night.

No screams, no gunshots, no trace of the men that disappeared, nothing. Whatever this thing is, it's not taking any sides either, since earlier we ran into a squad of Krauts, what's left of it at least. I don't know what the hell is going on here, but I'll be damned if it'll stop me from getting back.

2nd Lt. Brandon Crowley

101st Airborne

---

Two days later......

January 2, 1944
Somewhere in the Ardennes
Snowing, 13°F

It has been two days since then, now there are several German Soldiers and villagers from an empty village we passed by have decided to join forces, having been through the same thing. But, as the groups number increases, so does the desperation. Less food and water to go around, ammunition has been dwindling due to previous encounters with it. We need supplies fast, so scavenging is necessary for our survival. Despite all of the bad news, we've only had light amounts of casualties, but that's as good as any news will get.

2nd Lt. Brandon Crowley

101st Airborne

Finishing his journal entry for the day, Brandon Crowley snapped it shut, then looking around the camp they have created from the remains of another decimated German unit. It was still daytime, so it was still mostly safe to be lounging around like this in the open, since there was a small chance of it appearing for them. Nevertheless, they had to be on their guard, especially towards the SS personnel. He considered them to be unpredictable, not like the Wehrmacht, as both were soldiers only fighting for their country.

"Ahem, roll call! Shout out your name if you're still alive! After that, come to me for a brief discussion on what we will do next, you Krauts are included." Announced the Lieutenant, brushing off the snow from his pants and standing up from where he sat, going towards the campfire at the center. Next, he slung his carbine behind him and drew his Colt M1911A1, as it was becoming a common rule for the group to walk around with a loaded arm in hand, since it increased the chance of survival.

Unterfeldwebel Klaus Schweitzer
5th Wiking SS Panzer Division
Attached to the 12th SS Panzer Division
Ardennes Forest


What fucking place has a right to be this fucking cold Klaus thought to himself as he wiped down his STG-44 with a rag he had trying vainly to keep moisture off the weapon.

Some distance away an American began demanding roll call. Or at least , that's what Klaus made it out to be in his extremely limited English.

Klaus coughed several times to clear his throat.

" Schveitzer , Still Alive ! " Klaus replied his thick German accent clouding what limited English he could speak.

The previous encounters with the monster were rather bloody ones. Klaus had been with a command unit from the 12th when it struck. There were perhaps a dozen seventeen year old's in the section he was charged with 'advising' . Over the previous week before he had met the American's the creature , if it could be called that , had picked them off one by one. Eventually Klaus was the only one who remained.


Klaus looked over at several of the other SS soldier's who were scattered around.

"Freunde, wenn das Ding zurück und es beginnt zerreißt uns. Ich sage, wir Amerikaner hinter diesen zu verlassen und unseren Weg zurück in die Zwölfte Staffel Schutz. So können wir zurück in die reale Kampf bekommen können. " Klaus said his voice getting filled with a little bit of venom toward the end.


"Apropos all dieser Mist ist, haben Sie von uns wirklich Englisch sprechen? " Klaus continued.

1) "Friends , if that thing returns and it starts tearing us apart. I say we leave behind these Americans and find our way back to the Twelth Schutz Staffel. That way we can get back to the real fight"

2) "Speaking of all this bullshit , Do any of us actually speak English ? "

[Qeno]

A blind woman's voice was heard from the background a scarf covering her mouth and a cane guiding her path. "Claus? Claus?" She called almost hearing a new set of voices speaking in English and in one of the many accents spoken only in America along with German phrases spoken in heavy accents but that was not what the young woman was looking for. Lisa eventually took a deep breath making a cloud of vapor peer out of her nose and she was about to call out the same name before bumping into a snow caked tree closer to the team of soldiers coming from opposing nations then she walked a little closer before smacking herself in the forehead with a low lying branch.

"Ouch" Lisa muttered pressing down on her forehead for a moment and started to walk unknowingly towards the soldiers' camp with her cane prodding around at the snow covered ground. She kept a small purse keeping safe the cigarette lighter, the pistol her cousin named Claus handed her, and a few coins of pocket change from the countries she visited.

Hearing the commotion, he signaled for those that have gone to him to stay put, beginning to walk towards the source of the sound. In his approach, the lieutenant cocked back the hammer of his pistol, before he came upon the girl. Upon catching this sight, he immediately picked her up from the snow and ran towards the camp, reaching it in a matter of seconds. Crowley then lowered her to the ground.

"............. Are you alright?"

Lisa was left speechless after being picked up by what sounded to be a man who spoke English but it didn't sound familiar and she blinked a couple times trying to visualize what was happening though her mind. "Yes I'm fine but I am looking for my cousin, Claus" She answered picking herself up along with the cane in her hand and started to feel around the ground as to where the man placed her. The snow covered ground made it difficult for the blind woman to tell where she was even more so with her cane intermittently feeling a peg that was used to keep a tent in place.

[Imperial City-States]

Hearing the commotion, he signaled for those that have gone to him to stay put, beginning to walk towards the source of the sound. In his approach, the lieutenant cocked back the hammer of his pistol, before he came upon the girl. Upon catching this sight, he immediately picked her up from the snow and ran towards the camp, reaching it in a matter of seconds. Crowley then lowered her to the ground.

"............. Are you alright?"

Lisa was left speechless after being picked up by what sounded to be a man who spoke English but it didn't sound familiar and she blinked a couple times trying to visualize what was happening though her mind. "Yes I'm fine but I am looking for my cousin, Claus" She answered picking herself up along with the cane in her hand and started to feel around the ground as to where the man placed her. The snow covered ground made it difficult for the blind woman to tell where she was even more so with her cane intermittently feeling a peg that was used to keep a tent in place.

Unterfeldwebel Klaus Schweitzer
5th Wiking SS Panzer Division
Attached to the 12th SS Panzer Division
Ardennes Forest





Klaus had just finished his previous statement when he saw the American Officer stand and head over to a woman who was babbling to herself. He was going to blow it off until he heard his name.

"Was zum Teufel .... Fräulein. Fräulein. "

Klaus said as he increased volume and stood heading toward both the American and the old woman.


As Klaus jogged over his boots crunching loudly in the snow as he went his STG-44 swinging loosely from it's strap. Eventually when he reached the pair Klaus continued.

"Die Hölle ist los mit dieser Frau. Miss. Mein Name ist Klaus, leider denke ich, du bist ein Familienmitglied ist weg. "

1) What the Fuck.... Miss. Miss..

2) The Hell is wrong with this woman. Miss. My Name is Klaus , unfortunately i think you're family member is gone.

[Fascist Republic Of Bermuda]

Hans Waldmann
1st SS Panzer Regiment

Hans looked up from his copy of Heart of Darkness, shouting, somewhat lazily, "Hier!" from atop the turret of a destroyed Panzer III, victim to an Allied airstrike. He jumped off of the burned-out tank, grabbed his Sturmgewehr 44, and headed to the fire, putting his book in his pocket. He thought about his wife and daughter back in Munich, thinking about what their current situation is. Probably huddled in the small air raid bunker he and his wife had constructed four years ago, when she was pregnant with their daughter. He smiled sadly at the memory as he walked towards the fire.

[Rynagria]

Hearing the commotion, he signaled for those that have gone to him to stay put, beginning to walk towards the source of the sound. In his approach, the lieutenant cocked back the hammer of his pistol, before he came upon the girl. Upon catching this sight, he immediately picked her up from the snow and ran towards the camp, reaching it in a matter of seconds. Crowley then lowered her to the ground.

"............. Are you alright?"

Lisa was left speechless after being picked up by what sounded to be a man who spoke English but it didn't sound familiar and she blinked a couple times trying to visualize what was happening though her mind. "Yes I'm fine but I am looking for my cousin, Claus" She answered picking herself up along with the cane in her hand and started to feel around the ground as to where the man placed her. The snow covered ground made it difficult for the blind woman to tell where she was even more so with her cane intermittently feeling a peg that was used to keep a tent in place.

"Young lady, I think it's best if you stay sitting down for the moment." Responded Brandon, before looking at the SS soldier that walked over to them, his instinct to raise his pistol at him strong. Once he said something, Brandon only caught some of it, since most of the time he had to rely on his translator of the unit.

"You shut the hell up, Kraut." He answered angrily, before turning back to the girl and sitting beside her, throwing in more sticks into the flames.

"Can you tell me where you last saw him, what he looks like?" The lieutenant asked the girl, trying to know more about this Claus she wanted to see.

[Imperial City-States]

Lisa was left speechless after being picked up by what sounded to be a man who spoke English but it didn't sound familiar and she blinked a couple times trying to visualize what was happening though her mind. "Yes I'm fine but I am looking for my cousin, Claus" She answered picking herself up along with the cane in her hand and started to feel around the ground as to where the man placed her. The snow covered ground made it difficult for the blind woman to tell where she was even more so with her cane intermittently feeling a peg that was used to keep a tent in place.

"Young lady, I think it's best if you stay sitting down for the moment." Responded Brandon, before looking at the SS soldier that walked over to them, his instinct to raise his pistol at him strong. Once he said something, Brandon only caught some of it, since most of the time he had to rely on his translator of the unit.

"You shut the hell up, Kraut." He answered angrily, before turning back to the girl and sitting beside her, throwing in more sticks into the flames.

"Can you tell me where you last saw him, what he looks like?" The lieutenant asked the girl, trying to know more about this Claus she wanted to see.

Unterfeldwebel Klaus Schweitzer
5th Wiking SS Panzer Division
Attached to the 12th SS Panzer Division
Ardennes Forest



Klaus didn't know alot of English but he understood enough to catch the American's words.

"Schweigen American. " Klaus replied similarly annoyed before lowering himself to the other side of the woman making sure to keep his STG-44 out of the snow.

" Damen und Herren, Sie sprechen Deutsch oder Französisch? " Klaus asked annoyed by the American who was obviously going to be a problem in the future.

Maybe in the future he'd have one of the Kids from the 12th handle the bastard American.

1) Silence

2) Madam , Do you speak German or French ?

[Qeno]

Lisa was left speechless after being picked up by what sounded to be a man who spoke English but it didn't sound familiar and she blinked a couple times trying to visualize what was happening though her mind. "Yes I'm fine but I am looking for my cousin, Claus" She answered picking herself up along with the cane in her hand and started to feel around the ground as to where the man placed her. The snow covered ground made it difficult for the blind woman to tell where she was even more so with her cane intermittently feeling a peg that was used to keep a tent in place.

"Young lady, I think it's best if you stay sitting down for the moment." Responded Brandon, before looking at the SS soldier that walked over to them, his instinct to raise his pistol at him strong. Once he said something, Brandon only caught some of it, since most of the time he had to rely on his translator of the unit.

"You shut the hell up, Kraut." He answered angrily, before turning back to the girl and sitting beside her, throwing in more sticks into the flames.

"Can you tell me where you last saw him, what he looks like?" The lieutenant asked the girl, trying to know more about this Claus she wanted to see.

Lisa could barely understand the German man but was about to say something to him before the English speaking man cut him off with a hostile phrase of 'shut the hell up' and she felt his boots next to her feet as the man sat down then decided to sit next to him. "I saw him last night before I retired for the night and...he's...uh...fourteen years old, short black hair, and I don't know what he was wearing the last time I last saw him' she answered. The young woman started to frown then soon added "I haven't heard any of my relatives today and I want to find Claus first so that he could help me find them"

[Rynagria]

"Young lady, I think it's best if you stay sitting down for the moment." Responded Brandon, before looking at the SS soldier that walked over to them, his instinct to raise his pistol at him strong. Once he said something, Brandon only caught some of it, since most of the time he had to rely on his translator of the unit.

"You shut the hell up, Kraut." He answered angrily, before turning back to the girl and sitting beside her, throwing in more sticks into the flames.

"Can you tell me where you last saw him, what he looks like?" The lieutenant asked the girl, trying to know more about this Claus she wanted to see.

Lisa could barely understand the German man but was about to say something to him before the English speaking man cut him off with a hostile phrase of 'shut the hell up' and she felt his boots next to her feet as the man sat down then decided to sit next to him. "I saw him last night before I retired for the night and...he's...uh...fourteen years old, short black hair, and I don't know what he was wearing the last time I last saw him' she answered. The young woman started to frown then soon added "I haven't heard any of my relatives today and I want to find Claus first so that he could help me find them"

"Are you from a nearby village?" Continued to ask Brandon, now concerned that there's possibly a child trapped out there, a possible prey for it. Although, if she did come from a village and it was attacked, it would be unlikely. His face was becoming pale as the image passed passed through his mind.

[Rostogovia]

Jack put down his carbine and approached the woman, he had not seen an American aside from those in his regiment for quite some time. Almost immediately Jack felt a sense of sympathy for the woman, "A warzone is not the place for a blind woman.", he thought. "Can I offer you a cigarette ma'am?", he asked.

[Corenea]

Spiegel walked to Jack. "Hey bud, know any Belgian?" he asked Jack. "Also, can I have one of your smokes?"

[Galter Gulcher]

Nelson sat on the branch of a sturdy tree, about 8 feet up. His feet dangling from the side, in his lap rested his Garand, looking down at the collection of people around the camp. When role call came around, and his name was inquired, he made a lob of a soft snowball towards the Lt. before leaning back against the tree and nearly nodding off. But soon commotion was coming from a new entree to the camp. He decided to go see what was happening and unwraped the rope that was binding him to the tree tor safety and began the climb down, until he got about 3 feet from the ground and jumped, the snow shotgunning his impact, before waltzing over to the blind lady.

[Qeno]

Lisa could barely understand the German man but was about to say something to him before the English speaking man cut him off with a hostile phrase of 'shut the hell up' and she felt his boots next to her feet as the man sat down then decided to sit next to him. "I saw him last night before I retired for the night and...he's...uh...fourteen years old, short black hair, and I don't know what he was wearing the last time I last saw him' she answered. The young woman started to frown then soon added "I haven't heard any of my relatives today and I want to find Claus first so that he could help me find them"

"Are you from a nearby village?" Continued to ask Brandon, now concerned that there's possibly a child trapped out there, a possible prey for it. Although, if she did come from a village and it was attacked, it would be unlikely. His face was becoming pale as the image passed passed through his mind.

"I would prefer town if it isn't much trouble" Lisa answered the mystery English speaking man and she was completely oblivious to the man's face becoming pale at the thought of her coming from a 'village' that was attacked in her absence. She didn't realize that her home was already attacked by it and on a miracle she survived as her household's only survivor then left to search for her family members who lay dead in her home. "I have a strange feeling that my relatives might be playing a practical joke but...I don't know how I got myself here in the first place" She added and touched the snow with her hand.

Her attention was averted when another man offer her a cigarette and she saw no pleasure in smoking considering that she couldn't even see the cigarette in the first place. "I don't smoke, sorry" She whispered to him

[Rostogovia]

Spiegel walked to Jack. "Hey bud, know any Belgian?" he asked Jack. "Also, can I have one of your smokes?"

"There is no one belgian language actually, dutch, french, and german are all spoken. And yes take one." responded Jack.

[Nachfolgia]

Dietrich had kept quite during most of the conversations between the Americans and his fellow Germans. Somehow both sides got caught up in a game of cat and mouse with a hideous monster that can tear them apart like tissue paper. All the other Germans didn't particularly like working side by side with the Americans and for good reason. Seeing your country being destroyed and friends killed makes people hate things for no good reason. Of course, Dietrich's situation was a little different. Most of his comrades in the camp fought of the fatherland and to protect their families. Dietrich, however, was SS and fought for political means. His sole purpose was to be a tool for the National socialist party and Adolf Hitler to complete their agenda. Of course ever since Dietrich lost his brother in Stalingrad, he lost faith in the cause. He was now just buying his time until the war kills him, at least until this crazy mess started.

Dietrich sat silently on a crate, listening to the others talk. He knew English pretty well because of his training so the translation by one of his comrades was redundant. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of Eckstein cigarettes. He opened the pack and found that he only had 10 cigarettes left. He sighed underneath his breath and put on of them in his mouth. He reached into another pocket and pulled out a lighter. He lit the cigarette and took a long drag. " I'm still alive." Dietrich said in thick german accent as he exhaled.

[Estenia]

Corporal Jason McDonald was with the others, holding his M1 Garand for protection, he was cold, he saw the other members and saw Corporal David Spiegel and said "Hello, David."

[Corenea]

Spiegel walked to Jack. "Hey bud, know any Belgian?" he asked Jack. "Also, can I have one of your smokes?"

"There is no one belgian language actually, dutch, french, and german are all spoken. And yes take one." responded Jack.

"Thanks," Corporal David Spiegel said as he took a smoke from Jack. After lighting the smoke, he took a deep puff and breathed heavily. "Ahhhh, that hits the spot," he said with his eyes clothes. He then noticed McDonald greeting him. "Hello Mac, wanna smoke?" he said, offering MacDonald his smoke.