Bunker of the Dead Page #3

-What the f***?

-What?

I wonder what

happened down here.

But, Markus.

That's disgusting!

Then stop touching it!

God.

Just want to see

if it still works.

After 70 years? Never.

Great.

Made in Germany.

What was that?

-Did you hear that?

-I did.

Maybe it's air shifting

or bats.

Bats? I hate bats!

Hey, by the way,

did you actually think about

how we can get

all the gold out?

Let's just find it first.

Yeah.

Markus?

Markus, I'm losing

the signal.

Hey...

Hey, once again hub up.

Great. Good job.

-Better?

-Better.

Scheisse!

-What?

-I saw someone.

I didn't see anything.

He was right there. A man.

I'm sure I'm not alone

down here.

Sicko, there's no one

down there but you.

Just chill out.

What the...?

-There!

-F***!

-You see him now?

-Yeah.

But I don't

know what I saw.

I'm not sure

that was a man.

Maybe the light...

Shadows fooled us.

Sh*t. I'm not blind.

There's something

very alive down here.

Sicko, the only thing

alive down there

is your imagination.

But, just in case,

be careful.

Be very, very careful.

Great.

This looks promising.

-I think you're on the right track.

-Yeah. Okay.

It doesn't get any higher.

And no gold so far.

Nothing in here.

-Maybe here.

-Be careful, man.

Smelly!

Look at this mess!

No wonder

we have lost war.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Markus.

Hey, how much

can we get for it on ebay?

Two, three hundred

bucks maybe?

Peanuts.

Where's my gold?

Did that sound

like a bat to you?

No... sounded like...

Came from downstairs.

What are you doing?

It doesn't matter.

I'm going after it.

What? Markus, are you nuts?

Maybe it's the army.

I don't want to get

shot again.

Dude, I can't hear you.

The army never

found this place.

There's absolutely

nobody down here.

-Sh*t!

-There. You see?

I'm not crazy.

Hey, missus.

Hey, hey.

Holy sh*t.

B*obs!

F***!

Attacking b*obs!

I'm running!

I'm running!

What the hell is that?

Stay...

Out!

You gotta get outta there.

She's gone.

Find me a way

out of here, fatso!

All right, run! Don't stop.

Just keep going, man.

Don't stop.

Don't stop, all right!

Holy f***!

Get away from me!

I will stick my imaginary

foot up your ass!

I'm sorry, man.

How was I

supposed to know?

No gold, but zombies. Great!

-What the...? God.

-That's not fair!

Don't let him bite you!

Don't let him bite you!

Would you please

stop shouting at me?

F***!

F***.

Perfect!

Hey you, Nazi!

Watch this!

Nazi, watch this!

Markus?

Markus, are you there?

Markus? Markus!

I can't see you!

Markus!

Calm down. I'm here.

Look, you've gotta

see this.

Zombie on a stick.

God, stop it.

God in heaven!

You are so sick!

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