The Goose Stepping Dead

"Oy! Now's not the time for modesty lass," barked the redhead. Evnika had stopped following her and was clutching her intimates while desperately looking around for something to wear. "Jerry'll be breaking down the door in minutes," the brash woman explained with rising frustration.

"Who in hell is Jerry?" the Russian snapped back. And why can I somehow speak English?

The redhead grimaced and her face further contorted into a silent scream. "They said you were a pilot."

Close enough, the navigator thought and nodded.

Her rescue continued, forcing an air of calmness to facilitate an understanding. "When are you from? What war did you fight in?"

"Is second world war," Evnika answered frankly, perplexed by the question.

"And this is the first you're hearing of the krauts? Who in all bloody hell were you Russians tussling with?" She put her hands on her hips and curled a frown at Evnika, who now noticed that while this woman wore a jacket scarf and hood, she didn't seem to have any trousers on.

"Germans," snapped Evnika, mirroring this freckled woman's frustration.

"Aye Germans, Jerry," she pointed as a uniformed arm clumsily reached through a splintering hole in the wall behind them. Its fingers were gaunt and discolored. "Brought back just like us, only with rotting bodies and an ever-present hunger. Now can we get a move on? Or shall I brew 'em a spot of tea."

Reluctantly, Evnika let the brash pilot take her arm and lead her on.

The duo rushed into a library, and Evnika was released so that the other woman could lock the door behind them. A quick survey of the room revealed a small wardrobe, its windowed front advertising an array of uniforms and civilian suits. Encouraged, the naked navigator approached the large furniture, her bare feet dully slapping the hardwood. But just as her fingers reached the knob, the pilot yanked her back. Both Evnika and the wardrobe were upset by this, the latter loudly flapping its door as Evnika was pulled away.

"Not that one, lass," scolded the redhead, her face in its usual snarl. "It'll wrap you up, but not in any way you like. And it'll leave your finer bits out." She pinched Evnika's bare breast to punctuate her warning.

"But," protested Evnika, "I'm naked." Sympathetically the animated wardrobe opened again and gingerly extended the sleeve of a floral dress. Evnika reached for it, only to get her hand slapped away by the pilot.

"It's always a trap," she barked. "Blimey, you're stubborn," she added a bit more gently. Under her breath she mumbled, "if that accent wasn't so damned cute..." She began peeling off her sheepskin jacket. "There lass you can borrow me coat for a tick. Now stop trying to get your daft arse all trussed up for the Jerry; they may bite for shite, but they're still proper thirsty for your flesh."

Evnika gratefully took the jacket and wrapped it around herself. She was still nearly naked, lacking any form of undergarment, but as the other woman now only wore a scant pair of panties below her neck, Evnika presumed she wouldn't get much more garments. "Thank you," she said, adjusting her loaned apparel to cover as much of her legs as possible. "Hawkins?" she added upon spotting a small tag stitched into the jacket.

"Aye, Wendy Hawkins is me name."

"Thank you Wendy. You are very kind."

"Right-o," the pilot responded, a quiver in her voice implying that the bolstering was more for her. She wrapped her arms about her chest, no doubt feeling the loss of her jacket. "That door won't hold for much more than two shakes. We'd better find a secret passage or hidden lift sooner rather than later."

"Da," agreed Evnika, as they split off to rummage through the bookshelves. Of course searching for secret passages wasn't covered in her training, so the navigator was a little lost on what to do. She found herself glancing over to Wendy and trying to mimic her actions.

But that wasn't the only reason she kept glancing over. The redhead was quite attractive with handsome features and a piercing gaze, and Evnika found her all the more beautiful with her pale chest now bared. Her belly was fit and slender around the pretty divot of her belly button, and her breasts were full and healthy tipped with perky nipples. As she stole glances, Evnika wondered if the blood rushing through those delicate nubs was there because of the chill of their recent exposure, or had the soft interior of the bomber jacket stimulated them? Evnika herself found her nipples tingling from the jacket's sensual caress.

Wendy looked up, catching the Russian in the act of staring. "Help you with something?" she asked.

Flustered by her guilt, Evnika grabbed a book from the shelf. "Uh, this was out of place. I thought it might be clue."

"Blimey, you don't waste any time," chided the topless pilot, unabashedly. "No, I think we're just looking for a lever or something right now. That'll come later." She winked before returning to her searching.

Evnika was a bit confused by the other woman's response, until she saw that the book was titled "Lesbian Sex Positions: Advanced." She hurriedly dropped it back onto the shelf like its contents were searingly hot (and giving the cover sketch depicting three women in an elaborate pose, they may well be).

"Aha," announced Wendy, her arm plunged elbow deep into a bookshelf. Evnika heard a satisfying click and a hatch above the women tumbled open. "Looks like you'll get your wish, lass," joked the now smiling pilot. "We'll have to entwine to reach that."

Evnika blushed furiously, but was thankfully distracted by a dull thumping at the door they'd recently entered through.

"They're at the door," stated Wendy, "hurry now, give us a hand." She'd climbed onto a chair near their escape hatch and was beckoning the nervous navigator closer.

Evnika drew near trying not to think of how alluringly fierce her comrade looked. She entwined her fingers and cupped her hands into a foothold.

Wendy placed her foot into Evnika's presented step, and stepped over the Russian navigator to place her other foot on the shelf behind her until it creaked under the additional weight. "Keep me steady for a tick," the pilot called down to her support, "this clasp is a might fiddly."

Evnika stood firm without protest. After all, the view before her was quite enrapturing. With one leg arched over her head the vista of Wendy's private apex was unobstructed save for a very immodest corner of cloth that was her underwear. The soft scent of feminine arousal teased Evnika's nose, but she didn't know if it was from the sparsely-covered pocket inches from her face, or if it had drifted up from her own naked loins. Her mind was filled with thoughts of peeling back the undergarments with her teeth and probing the slit beneath with the tip of her tongue.

Before she could give in to these fantasies however, a climactic crash tore her attention away from the carnal delight. The "Jerry" as Wendy had called them had torn a hole through the wall and three were attempting to pull themselves through while more rotting hands slowly but surely clawed the opening wider. "Hawkins," called up Evnika, worry tugging her pitch higher.

"Steady on, another moment."

Despite their dead limbs the two leading Nazis pulled themselves through the narrow hole. Evnika felt worry twist within her as they clumsily lifted themselves up and shambled towards her.

A latch click above the anxious navigator. "Huzzah," Wendy cheered as she climbed up and off of the Russian navigator. The shelf she stood on groaned and split as she stepped off it.

An inhuman groan brought Evnika's attention back to the corpses creeping closer. Her heart started to pound; she was alone as more and more of the unholy Nazis squeezed through the hole. Evnika's eyes darted around for a weapon to slow their advance.

"Jump lass," called Wendy from above having reversed so that her arm dangled towards her comrade. Evnika instantly obeyed, but her fingers swung several inches below Wendy's. She dared another glance at the Nazis; they were close enough that she could bat their outstretched arms away with her own. She sprang up with all her strength, but still fell short. Landing, she had to bend back to avoid the undead's rotting grasp. The decaying hands forced Evnika to retreat to the library's walls. Desperately, she scampered up the bookshelf and leapt towards Wendy's outstretched hand, knowing full well that a third failure would send her crashing directly into the enemies' arms.

Her racing heart slowed time. And at the apex of her jump, their hands smacked together.

Evnika immediately spread her legs as the monsters nipped at her heels. Her free hand gripped the opening's frame, and pulled hard. The Nazis started piling onto each other to reach the fleeing navigator. Their fingers grazed her ankles just as she was pulled through the hatch. Wendy slammed it shut and loudly slid the bolt into place while Evnika panted on the floor catching her breath. However, the monstrous groan below reminded her they were far from safe. Evnika looked around their new room, and a chill ran up her spine.