"Weapons up, boys!" came the yell from their officer. The men raised their weapons, pointing them at the shambling, lurching figures coming towards them.
"Aim for the head!" came the familiar call.
The men opened fire, and the horrifying creatures dropped like flies, but more lurched along, their clothes tattered, bodies broken. "Fire at will!" yelled the officer.
The battle ended in the officer's favor. A few men had been grabbed, some bitten. They were being treated for infection.
The government called him in when they couldn't handle the situation.
He was proud to be an Aryan German, and he always hated the Jews who didn't accept their place. If there was one thing he could do, it was stop these pathetic revolts in the Fuhrer's camps.