Finally the blazing sun dusk over Russia peacefully and the forest was attack with thick gloomy fog. The endless thunder, screaming, shouting and bang fade away in to the distant. My body is exhausting with sheer terror, heart igniting with fire and mind block into the traumatising experience. The smell of thousands of dead burned bodies, slaughtered and starved to death seized onto my uniform. The rain began to spit down rough like missile bombs and the silence was far from safe. Each footsteps we take the bloody puddle splash softly over odd shoe's scattering across the floor, rotting flesh piled on top of one another. We discover a camp haunted with dead people. Although their were survivors, they were soulless behind the anxious eyes. They appear to be nothing more than cold, coloured marbles. Tormented by the camp where they experienced forced labour, torture and witnessed brutal murders. The prison contained a collection off damped, unstable wood and guard with a sky tower razor wired barrier. The zone was immortal. It was strained out of no where, far from towns and the oblivious society. The prisoners dragged their feet and crawled towards us begging for help like ghastly zombies. Their soul, muscle and blood was sucked out, leaving them with dehydrated visible body frame. The cry was mixed with joy and relief. The Russian soldiers had flee but it was strange to have left the prisoners alive unless they want them to brutally die slowly. The hostage breathed heavily hungry for nutrients, water, hope and revenge. Eventually 5 cargo truck arrived loaded with rations, blankets and medicines. The zombies race towards the moving vehicle and grasp their bones on to it. We were startled and frozen by the conditions of the people to even stop them from crowding around the truck. From what they had experience the last thing we wanted to do was be aggressive and come across as a threat to them. I held back and stumbled away from the mob. I wondered curiously, discovering people chocking up with disease, shivering in a ball on a bunk board and rotting away in the bleak cabins. Finally I came across a locked lodge smaller than others. A feminine voice started to murmur “Lets all go down the strand. Lets all go down the strand. I'll be the leader you can march behind. Come with me and see what we can find. Lets all go down the strand. Oh what a happy land. That's a place for fun and noise. All among the girls and boys.”I tap gently with my firearm and she stopped singing. “Hello” I whispered. No answer to be heard. I hammered the lock with the rifle, the door was free and the sunlight invaded into the dark room. A women was crawled up into the corner at the end on a wooden bed. Her hair is blonde and bristly, she is wearing a blue sloppy dress that has been ripped apart and her skin is cover with purple bruise and blood dripping down the corner of her dry, cracked lips. I step forward and she crawled back gripping on to her clothes across her chest and suppressing her face behind her hair. I slowly put down my rifle beside the door, slid my hand into my pocket and reach out a piece of bread. She refused to even look in at me nor have the courage to blink but staring intensely. I put the bread down gently on top of the bed and stepped back outside. She crawled gradually forward, snatch the bread and chew on it rapidly as if she had not ingest for weeks. She still did not come out even though it was clear we were their to rescue all of them and suddenly “BOMB!! EVACUATE THE CAMP!” screamed on of soldiers near the fence who has discover a planted bomb which could have been the Russians plan all along. As the soldiers are running back to the truck they carried and pulled all the innocent hostage they could transport. As look back the woman had panic back into her corner. “LET GO! COME ON RUN! I shouted as I reach my hands out to her. She refuse and shakes her head vigorously. I had no choice but to pick her up and carry her behind my shoulder. While I run the first bomb at the back of the camp went off first and every metre I pass more bomb went off one after another making it's way forward to the entrance. I could hear screams and cries of those behind me that could not move their finger never mind the legs. The ruby flames furiously ignite over the sky and cabin wooden crash and burn apart across the camp. The heat is chasing us behind our back as if someone was attacking us with a fire gun. She grip her hand tight on to my shirt and her body was tense as a plank. As I reach closer to