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Gunter Hertz

Ex-member of the HJ; deserted

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a character in “Seeking the Blood Flag”, as played by FalloutRomanae



Date of Birth
October 12, 1931


Gunter is maybe 5' 3" tall and has a medium build. He has short, light blonde hair. His skin is pale and his eyes are bright blue-grey. He typically wears short pants, knee socks, leather shoes, and long
shirts with loose vests (All mute tones).

Gunter was born in Hamburg, Germany on October 12, 1929. Gunter's parents died when he was 5 in an airplane crash, and when he recieved the news of his parents' death, he did not speak for 7 years. He was sent to an orphanage, where he was taught the basics that he would have learned in school. He also obtained books on Latin, which he devoured. When he was twelve years old, he was drafted into the League of Young German People. When his soon-to-be superiors came to the orphanage for him, the possibility of acceptance from these people filled him with joy. The first words Gunter said in seven years were, "Ich bin bereitwillig." ("I'm ready and willing.") However, he soon found that he didn't quite agree with their philosophies. Though his superiors indoctrinated him into the Aryan movement, he never actually believed in its teachings. He thought he did, he wanted to, but he soon realized his true mind. At fourteen he was drafted into the HJ, and soon into the fiercest militaristic regiment. Gunter participated in many battles, most of which he wishes he could forget.He was also in the Edelweiß Piraten for a short time, and this was when he got up the courage to actually defy his Nazi superiors. On April 14th he received a letter from his cousin Albert Jurgenstern warning him of the upcoming battle of Berlin. Two days later, on the 16th he had intended to desert, but his plans were foiled by Anna (see below), who refused to come with him and delayed him long enough to make him stay for the first day of the Battle of Berlin. The second day, however, he saw an opportunity to escape and took it. From Berlin he walked and hopped trains to Salzburg, where his cousin Albert lives. There he has been hiding from the remaining Nazis and the people who are coming after the remaining Nazis. During his time in the war, he made many friends, and also fell in love with one of the girls from the League of German Girls - Anna - while she was serving as a nurse. These friends cause him to be ashamed of his desertion, and he wants to get back to Germany eventually to help rebuild and to see if they made it through.

Gunter is quiet and determined. He was traumatized by his life in the war, but he is still quite a joker, and appreciates humor and sarcasm. He is terrified of the colors red and black, but he can't
seem to stop looking at them. He keeps them nearby whenever he can by keeping his swastika armband in his pocket at all times. He knows this is dangerous, but he can't stand not having it around. This is probably a symptom of his post-traumatic-stress disorder.

He speaks German and Latin natively and English with a heavy German accent. He is unusually proficient with rifles and pistols for most boys his age. He keeps his old uniform in his room at Albert's bed and breakfast. This consists of a brown HJ (Hitler Youth) drill jacket with a "Deutscher Volkssturm Wehrmacht" armband, a tie, uniform shorts, and a flak helpers cap with the HJ insignia. (HJ summer uniform) He also has a HJ knife.

So begins...

Gunter Hertz's Story

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Character Portrait: Abegail McHugh Character Portrait: Gunter Hertz Character Portrait: Gottberg Von Adalwolf
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Gunter was horrified when he saw the bodies. They were surely Hitler and Eva Braun. So that's where they went. They were here the whole time. And now they were not going to be bodies. They were going to be alive, and there was nothing he could do about it. He followed all of the Nazi's instructions as his mind spun for an escape route. He saw none. There seemed to be no hope when he looked up and saw Abigail crouched in the doorway. Abigail? How did she get here? She must have followed Adalwolf's car to the library. But where was Walter? Gunter looked around hopefully, but the professor was nowhere to be seen.

Then Gunter realized - Adalwolf's back was to him. He couldn't see the captive boy. So he instantly began to struggle as silently as he could against his bindings. After maybe two minutes, he had loosened the grip on his wrists. Almost there... He froze as Gottberg turned around once, but then he turned back around and continued whatever he was doing. With a jerk, Gunter freed one hand. Then, with that hand he freed the other one. He saw the Blood Flag lying on the ground beside the large Nazi, very vulnerable, and he got an idea. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, then ran across the room, making a beeline for the Blood Flag.

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Abegail slipped into the room quietly, knowing the officer and the boy would be down the ladder and into the underground room by now. She pushed the door closed with her hip, letting it quietly click. Abegail grabbed a nearby chair and shoved it under the handle. It would be enough to slow those two American soldiers down should they try and get in.

Carefully and quietly, cannon in hand, Abegail crawled to the opening and looked down. No one was immediately by the ladder and there was now light in underground room. She could see the boy tied to a pipe and the large man, devoid of his heavy jacket doing something. Gunter looked up, he seemed to be struggling with the bindings on his wrists.

Abegail placed a finger to her lips, gesturing for the boy to say nothing about her position. Abegail quietly stepped down on the ladder. She watched Adalwolf closely as she balanced the cannon on one arm. A second step down and now she held her breath. The man seemed to absorbed in his own work to care what Gunter was doing or anything else around him.

By the time Abegail was perched on the third rung of the ladder she saw Gunter's restraints fall free of his hands. The boy made a run for the flag. Abegail decided to use this to her advantage. With her left hand she gripped the cannon by the barrel and launched it at the back of the Nazi's head. As it left her grip she practically jumped the rest of the way down the ladder.

The heavy metal sculpture flew in the air, moving downward with just enough force to smack the man in the back. The wheels connected at the base of his neck, while the barrel smack soundly into his head.

Abegail didn't bother to see what he did, she heard him yell in pain and attempted to follow Gunter.

“Go! Out the hole in the wall!”

She was running, just on the boy's heels as he ran with the flag towards the opening in the wall. Niclas had blown it open days earlier and this was the first time Abegail was seeing it conscious. She had no idea where it would lead but she knew at some point it would be out.

Behind her she could hear Adalwolf moving, recovering from the blow of the cannon. She refused to look behind her.

“Run Gunter!”

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Character Portrait: Abegail McHugh Character Portrait: Dr. Walter Rivers, Master of Occult sciences Character Portrait: Gunter Hertz Character Portrait: Gottberg Von Adalwolf Character Portrait: Niclas W. Elberich
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Gottberg was recovering from the injury to his head as Abigail and Gunter ran through the hole in the cavern wall. Beyond the small opening was yet another tunnel roughly 80 feet in diameter with a ladder leading up to the street level just behind the library. This point of egress lead directly into the alleyway behind the structure and standing at the left end of this ally was the dreaded Nazi Niclas Elberich.

Half hidden by the overshadowing building next to the library Niclas was slightly obscured, but by the time they realized it they had already ran in that direction and were now only 13 feet from him. Slowly walking backward they attempted to flee from him, only to have the other direction blocked by the bulky frame of Adalwolf.

The large Nazi moved toward them as they back away once more in the opposite direction nearer to Niclas, they were completely trapped.

The two Nazi began to argue over who would claim the Blood Flag for their own.

"Niclas, the flag is mine!" Came the first claim for the object in question.

"No, my friend. It is mine, mine to do with as I will. Mine to resurrect and command an army of the undead, an unstoppable force which will trample over this miserable planet. Then I shall erect a new world order comprised of the strongest of my regime of Neo-Nazi warriors, with myself as sole leader. I will not resurrect the Fuhrer."

Niclas' revelation stunned and angered Gottberg. "How dare you, Hitler is the only one who will rule over this planet." Abigail and Gunter found himself stuck in the middle of an impossible and terrifying prospect, one which might bring to fruition Hitler's claim of a thousand year rung of Nazi supremacy.

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Gunter grabbed up the Blood Flag as he heard Abigail hit the ground behind him and Gottberg yell. 'Go! Out the whole in the wall!' came Abigail's voice. He redirected his footsteps toward the hole. 'Run, Gunter!' He ran through the tunnel, up the ladder, into the street and through the alleyway. However, the way was now blocked by the man Gunter had come to hate - Niclas Elberich. No matter how many times this man died, he still seemed to foil them at the last minute. "No!" Gunter whispered as he slowed to a stop. As he turned to run the other way, he found that way blocked by Gottberg. Gunter stood amazed as the two began to argue like children. And then he was equally amazed as Niclas proved himself to be more selfish than Gunter thought humanly possible.

"Enough!" Gunter shouted, grabbed the Blood Flag in his teeth, and yanked as hard as he could. It hurt his teeth and tears stung his eyes. Gunter squeezed his eyes shut tight and yanked again, grunting as he did so. There was a ripping sound as the Flag was severed down the middle, and then there was a silence.

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Abegail prompted Gunter up the ladder, following up directly after him. Her lungs hurt with the effort but she had no desire to pause. They came up into the street and did not get far. A shadow that manifested into a familiar figure appeared in front of them.

“Bastard.” Abegail hissed through clenched teeth. She placed her hand on Gunter's shoulder. She didn't want him far from her, she would not let either man lay a hand on him.

The building partially blocked him but there was no way Abegail would not recognize the man. She backed away, taking Gunter with her but got no more than three steps. They way was blocked but Adalwolf. The large man had made his way out of the underground room and hauled his sizable form up the ladder after them.

A string of curses burst forth from Abegail. Adalwolf moved towards them and they unconsciously moved backwards towards Niclas. Abegail stopped. They were cornered, they would have to get past one of them in order to flee from the other.

As if paying them no mind at all the two Nazi officers began arguing over the flag. Abegail shook her head in disgust. Greed and power, it was all the two men knew.

Gunter, echoing her own thoughts yelled enough and began to rip the flag in half. At once she was both proud of the boy and terrified at what the men might do to him now. Both cared not that he was young, all they would focus on was that he had the item they wanted and would stop at nothing to get. She couldn't let them come at just him. If they were going to attack it would be at both. Abegail yanked half the flag from the boy and held it in front of her.

“Ye take more step and we rip it again.” She stepped in front of Gunter, leaving him to hold the other half of the flag. Abegail now stood between the two men and Gunter. If they each had a piece at least the attention had to be divided rather than focused.

“Where are ye Walter!” Her mind scream. Abegail wasn't sure how long they could keep this stalemate up.

She gripped her piece of the flag, mimicking Gunter she placed it between her teeth and pulled, forcing a new rip to begin. Abegail looked at Niclas, her eyes challenging him to act. Her head whipped to look at Adalwolf.

Cold anger burned in her eyes. Her voice was very calm as she spoke, “Now, which one of you is going to move first? Either come closer and watch it destroyed further or move out of our way”

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Character Portrait: Abegail McHugh Character Portrait: Dr. Walter Rivers, Master of Occult sciences Character Portrait: Gunter Hertz Character Portrait: Gottberg Von Adalwolf Character Portrait: Niclas W. Elberich
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"Either come closer and watch it destroyed further or move out of our way”

Abigail's hopes for a clear escape were dashed as Gottberg began to laugh at the woman's threat to destroy the Blood Flag. "Dumme Schlampe, kann die Blut-Flag nicht nutzlos durch seine teilweise Zerstörung werden!" Came Gottberg's mocking reply to the female professors demands.

It was at that moment when Abigail spotted Walter peering over the oval shaped rim of debris which remained as an indication of a sizable hole in the ground. Walter had disarmed the two American soldiers which guarded the front entrance to the library, though the details of this tremendous effort had to wait for a more opportune time.

Walter only hoped that they would make it out this situation alive so that he could commence with a bit of tall-tale telling. There was certainly no room for frivolity at this point. Walter had also managed to wrestle one of the guards pistol's away from him.

"A bloody shoot out looks like the only way out of this one." Walter thought to himself.

Adalwolf had pulled from his pocket a small piece of the flag which he himself had torn from the larger portion. He began waving the fabric in front of Abigail's face, taunting her further. "Nein! nein!!" Came the scream from Niclas as he started to walk briskly toward the others, his pistol extended before him as he got closer.

Before anyone else could react Niclas discharged his weapon, again and again. Walter went to auto pilot as he climbed from the hole and tried to make his way to the large Nazi-Tossing his own weapon at Abigail's feat as he dove for Adalwolf. By now Niclas had almost completely emptied his pistol into Gottberg's chest. Niclas suddenly stopped in his tracks directly in front of Abigail and Gunter as he watched the other two men wrestle about on the ground.

Apparently even a small portion of the Blood Flag could sustain ones life and enable the possessor to resurrect himself. Gottberg was putting up a pretty good fight for someone who was just shot a half dozen times.


Niclas fired a single shot straight up into the air, the sudden blast had disrupted the fight between Walter and the bulking Nazi.

"Enough!!" Niclas commanded.

What happened next would greatly effect everything as Walter ripped the small fragment of the Blood Flag from the hands of Adalwolf. The large bloodied Nazi collapsed to the ground, Niclas looked on with a horrified realization plastered upon his face-The person who is to be resurrected with the Blood Flag must be in possession of it at all times.

Everyone else was surprised as well, but fortunately Niclas was able to regain his baring faster then the others, in one swift motion Niclas yanked the half-portion of the flag from Gunter's hands.

He then placed his pistol with its one remaining bullet against the young boys forehead. "Drop the Flag....Female!!"

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Character Portrait: Abegail McHugh Character Portrait: Dr. Walter Rivers, Master of Occult sciences Character Portrait: Gunter Hertz Character Portrait: Gottberg Von Adalwolf Character Portrait: Niclas W. Elberich
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Abegail had no idea what the man said but she sneered at the tone. Her eyes moved quickly, there was movement.

Her heart jumped into her throat. “Walter.” She couldn't say anything, Abegail had no desire to alert either of the Nazi's to Walter's presence.

Adalwolf pulled something out of a pocket. Abegail breathed heavily at him. Niclas' voice made her jump. The gun he was waving at them all concerned her. She was right to be worried as shot after shot rang out. Her eyes went wide, unsure for a moment who was being hit by the bullets. As Niclas got closer, Walter appeared. Something hit her feet.

The whole scene was moving in slow motion. Abegail blinked. Walter and Adalwolf were wrestling on the ground. Niclas had stopped in front of her. Abegail frowned and looked down. There was a gun. It occurred to her that what had hit her foot. “ wonderful man...”

She crouched slowly, not wishing to alert Niclas but he seemed more concerned with the two men on the ground. Her hands wrapped around it just as Niclas shot his gun into the air. Standing slowly, she held it behind her back.

Things stopped, Walter yanked the fragment of flag from Adalwolf's hand and the large man finally stopped moving. Quicker than expected, Niclas regained his senses and grabbed Gunter and half of the flag.

Abegail's teeth clenched, one hand gripped the half of flag she had tighter and the other the gun behind her back.

“Drop it?” She stepped towards him. “You can't take it from me yourself? Have to use a boy as best me?”

She saw Niclas' nostrils flare.

“What is the matter, not able to take a piece of fabric from a woman?” Her tone was calm, no hint of her accent and she held the flag in front of her just slightly. “Come on? What are you waiting for?”

With a slight yell Niclas shoved Gunter off to the side and stepped closer to Abegail.

Abegail didn't really register her actions. Without thinking the gun came out from behind her back, she tossed her half of the flag at Walter and stepped closer to Niclas.

Shots rang out.

Abegail grabbed the piece of flag that Niclas was holding. The element of surprise was on her side. The flag in hand, Abegail kept firing.

By the time she was done, the gun just clicking she and Niclas were face to face.

Niclas' fingers flounder for the flag, his eyes a mixture of confusion and anger. He fell to his knees and Abegail took a step away from him. He had no chance to reach the flag. Niclas crawled slowly towards her and Abegail stepped back again, watching him move towards her.

Finally he fell, laying on the ground in the alley unmoving. Abegail stood there looking at him, her mind struggling to come to terms with exactly what had gone on. Her hand still held the gun, the other hand the flag.

She looked towards Walter and Gunter.

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Abegail was still looking at the two when shot rang out.

“I am out of bullets....who? Where?”

Abegail eyebrows knotted together, confusion clear on her face. She looked at Gunter. He wasn't bleeding. Walter? No he too looked unharmed. “What?”

Something was burning her. Abegail dropped the gun and put her hand to her chest where the sensation was building. She looked down. Her hand was red. A slow realization spread on her face. Abegail dropped to her knees. Her right hand pressed to her chest, her left with the flag clenched in it was on the ground and holding her up.

Her breathing was ragged. Her mind fought to catch up with reality. “Shot....Walter...I...”

Abegail moved to press her left hand to her wound. She shook her head and began to toss the flag away. She couldn't remember why she had the material or why she was still holding it. She needed a doctor, something to help. Her hand was coated in her blood. Her shirt was wet and sticking to her.

“Need to stop the bleeding.....”

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Character Portrait: Abegail McHugh Character Portrait: Dr. Walter Rivers, Master of Occult sciences Character Portrait: Gunter Hertz Character Portrait: Gottberg Von Adalwolf
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Gunter stared at Abigail, wondering what she would do. He did not look panicked or worried, just calm. The gun against his head was still hot from the shots at Adalwolf, its one bullet filled with deadly potential energy. Gunter jumped away as Abigail fired her weapon into Niclas over and over. The gunshots seemed like they would never stop. But they did. And then there was an awful silence, broken only by Niclas' dying gasps. Gunter looked at Abigail, then at Walter, and he let go a breath that he now realized he had been holding in. A smile slowly spread across his face and he started a nervous laugh. They had won. Finally, they could burn the flag and go back to life as normal. Finally, they could -


Gunter jumped out of his skin and covered his head with his hands. Was he hit? He didn't feel any pain. But he might be in shock. No, he wasn't hit. Who was hit? He looked frantically at Walter. No, he looked fine. Abigail? "No..." Gunter breathed as he saw a red blossom of blood spreading on Abigail's breast.


"Fraulein McHugh!" Gunter shouted and rushed to her. He shook his head in disbelief. No... They had won. It was over. Why couldn't it be over? And now Abigail was dying. She started to throw away the flag, but Gunter siezed her hand and closed it over the piece of fabric. "No, you must keep it. Hold on to it as long as you can. It will keep you alive."

'Need to stop the bleeding...'

"Yes, yes, we will." There were tears in Gunter's eyes. "Just stay with me, Abigail. Don't move. And hold that flag." Then Gunter got up and walked over to Niclas' corpse. He pried the gun with its one bullet from the nazi's stiff fingers and walked over to Gottberg, who was still lying on the ground where Walter had left him. "Er bestimmt dies für du sowieso." He spat, then he planted the bullet right in the large nazi's head.

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"This is not happening!" Walter screamed in his mind before he dropped to his knees at Abigail's side.

"Abby! Do not let go of the Blood Flag." Walter yelled to his nearly unconscious colleague.

Walter could not believe the speed at which the situation had deteriorated, Abigail was laying on the dirty concrete of the narrow alleyway, she was bleeding, dieing, but she had the flag.

One of the downfalls of the flag's power is that it only raises the dead, which meant that Abigail had to in fact die before it would reveal its mystifying powers.

For some reason Walter's mind had become distracting by something which he had only caught a glimpse of during his tussle with Adalwolf. Walter's confidence in the powers of the Blood Flag was suddenly called into question.

"That Tricky bastard!!" Walter exclaimed in a whisper to himself-Now rising to his feet and walking over to the body of Gottberg Von Adalwolf.

Falling to his knees once again Walter probed the dead body of the large Nazi. 'Whats that? What is he wearing." Walter then pulled open the bulking corpses shirt to reveal something which Walter had heard about but had never actually seen.

"He is wearing some kind of bullet.........resistant.........Vest." It was then that Walter and Gunter, and even the half conscious Abigail learned that Adalwolf didn't have as much faith in the flags abilities as he had proclaimed.

Then came to horror of the realization, Walter was now not so certain that the Blood Flag would function as had been claimed in the legends. Walter's head whipped to the right as he gazed upon the limp frame of his fellow academic-For whom he had developed some of those - More then friends - feelings for.

The next few minutes were filled with tears, uncertainty, and dread as Walter and Gunter stood by and watched Abigail McHugh die from the gunshot to the heart.

Still on his knees in front of Adalwolf's corpse Walter could not bare it any longer, his head now hung low as he wept. This day seemed rife with irony, first there was the discovery of Gottberg's special vest, the second being the disproportionate size of the swath of fabric which the deceased Adalwolf had torn from the Blood Flag.

The hole in the flag prior to it being divided into two pieces was much larger then the piece now lining Walter's front trouser pocket. Gottberg had possessed only half of this portion of the Blood Flag, the other half had been used in a Nazi medical experiment prior to it being smuggled out of Germany.

The test subject was right there on his knees beside Gotterg's lifeless body.

Walter had not been chasing Niclas Elberich around the world for the entire year in which he was absent from Marshall college, he had been dead.

Walter had caught up with Niclas a mere 3 weeks after he had left Ireland, having been shot in the head by his enemy and left for dead. That is until Nazi scientists and doctors got a hold of his corpse, for it was then that they began to experimented with Xenotransplantation, the transplantation of living cells, tissues or organs from one species to another.

The Nazi had a much better use for it however, the idea was to graft non organic materials into the bodies of humans-Explosives and such. This was exactly what had been done to Walter during his year of absents, though he was not aware of this fact, and this is how he remains.

The weight of worry and dread were suddenly vanquished from the minds of Walter and Gunter-The legends concerning the healing properties of the Blood Flag were indeed true. In a matter of a few moments Abigail's life threatening wound began to heal-Although still very weak Abigail slowly regained consciousness.

Overcome with joy and excitement Walter didn't even bother to get up on his feet, he instead crawled over to Abigail on his hands and knees and immediately took her hand in his.

Abigail was alive, but she now had a terrible burden to bare, she must remain in possession of a piece of the Blood Flag in order for it to sustain her life functions-If only they were aware of the procedure which Walter had gone through a year ago.

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Voices, muffled behind the slow thudding of her own heart. Her hand was warm and wet. She realized she was dying, she could feel it, everything slowing down. Gunter had her hand, squeezing her fingers around the flag.

“It will keep you alive.”

Abegail nodded and gasped. It was too late. Her heart was slowing. Gunter appealed for her to stay with him. She looked at him wide-eyed. He moved away and she didn't have the strength to watch him go. She looked down at the ground. Abegail stared at the flag that was still in her hand.

A shot rang out, Abegail jumped, causing blood to ooze faster between her fingers. She thought someone was shooting her but there was no new pain.

The world around her became dimmer. She couldn't focus but Abegail became aware of a presence beside her. She body grew weaker and she barely registered the fall to the ground. Abegail laid out on her back, the flag in her hand.

Her eyes focused on Walter. She wanted to talk, to say something to ease the look on his face but the words wouldn't come. Tears stung her eyes. There was so much to say and yet....

Walter moved away from her. Again there were voices but Abegail closed her eyes. Tears ran quietly down the sides of her face.

A moment of clarity as she heard Walter say that Adalwolf was wearing something to stop bullets. She wanted to laugh. Hold the flag they said. Abegail bunched it up in her hand. Her laughter was raspy and harsh, her tears flowing freely.

All that, rumours of this powerful flag and the man had been wearing something to help him stop dying, even he didn't believe his own fanaticism.

Her laughter turned into a cough, making her body baulk. Abegail was suddenly very exhausted. “Walter.....I am tired....I wish I had a shot of scotch to help me sleep....”

She smiled weakly and closed her eyes. Her breath left her body and Abegail laid dead in the alley, clutching the flag.

Her shirt was wet. Abegail frowned. Her eyes fluttered. She frowned more as she looked up at the sky. “Walter?”

It wasn't long before a hand clutched hers hard.

She was still holding the flag and it took some time for Walter to make the Irishwoman understand that she had died and now the flag was all that would keep her alive. The three moved from the alley, eventually finding a place to settle for the night and some clean clothes for Abegail.

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Gunter watched as Walter walked over to Gottberg's corpse and announced that he was wearing something that would stop bullets. Gunter didn't realize at first what that meant. "So what? We killed the bastard." But then it dawned upon him. Why would he wear something to save his life if he thought he was immortal? "No..." Gunter rushed to Abigail's side, leaving Walter with his grief. "Abigail - Abigail, stay with me. I'm here for you. Just don't move and put pressure on the wound, and..." Gunter closed his eyes and let a first tear fall. "For God's sake, stay alive!"

It was cold. Ash drifted in eddies on the ground, and through the dry air rang the sound of sirens and bombs and guns. People ran through the streets in panic, and many fell and did not get up again. In the middle of all the turmoil was a small center of quiet, the eye in a hurricane. In this spot of silence knelt a boy. He wore a uniform but not proudly. It seemed to sag on his small figure, bringing him down with its weight. He knelt over a young girl whose uniform did not sag. It was proud and noble though it shuddered with the shallow breathing of the wearer. "Bleiben mit mich, meine Liebe." the boy breathed, tears running down his face. The girl shook her head softly. "Ich muss gehen." The boy shook his head, but she held up her hand to his mouth. "Ich starb für mein Land. Unser schönes Land." The boy hung his head in sorrow, but she lifted his head up. "Erinnere dich an mich, Gunter." The boy nodded, and then the girl's hand fell from his chin limply. "Nein!" The boy's body was wracked with sobs as he lay on the body of his friend.

It all came back to Gunter now. Anna was, indeed, dead. She never made it past the first day of the Battle of Berlin. He had watched her die, just as he was watching his friend die now. He had blocked the memory, but now it came back to him with startling clarity. He broke down and wept. He wept for Abigail, for himself, for Anna, for all the soldiers that died fighting this horrible war and for their families.


Gunter opened his eyes. Abigail was alive! The flag did work! He took Abigail's hand and Walter took the other. The boy watched in joy as the horrific wound began to heal. Abigail would live. Gunter walked over and grabbed the flag and rounded up all the pieces. Now they could relax. At least for a little while. Until some new duty called.