Reich.
Popcorn notices Heinz is carrying Brick’s sledgehammer. Her heart sinks in her chest when she realizes what must have happened to her boyfriend.
“Where did you get that?” she says, pointing at the hammer strapped to Heinz’s back.
Heinz glances over his shoulder at it. “I took it from one of those walking corpses.”
“That was Brick’s weapon!” Popcorn cries. “My boyfriend. Is he okay?”
Heinz frowns. “I’m sorry to say, but your boyfriend has joined the ranks of the living dead.”
“I know that,” she says. “But was he okay?”
Heinz is confused by the question.
“He’s at peace,” Heinz says. “I incinerated his remains earlier today.”
“You mother fucker!” Popcorn says, getting to her feet.
She holds herself back from charging the guy and ripping out his throat. The submachine gun pointed at her belly holds her at bay.
“You were planning on fucking his corpse like your whore friend, weren’t you?” Heinz asked. “It’s a good thing I saved you from such blasphemy.”
A loud crash out in the hallway causes the two girls to jump. Heinz backs up into the hall, his gun still pointed at the girls. Behind the door to the stairwell, a crowd of zombies have gathered, slamming on the door and shouting. The glass has broken out of the window and three skeletal arms reach through. When they see Heinz in the hallway, the zombies thrash wildly.
“Brains!” the zombies cry.
“Cerebros!” cries a Mexican zombie.
When Heinz recognizes the Mexican zombie, his eyebrows curl with disgust. He marches toward the door, aims the submachine gun through the window slit at the undead Mexican, and fires until the zombie’s face is shredded with holes. As he turns away, two figures race across the hall.
“Run,” Rainbow yells at Gogo, as the two girls try to escape from the crazed nazi.
Gogo lags behind her friend, trying to put on her clothes as she runs. Heinz fires the machine gun at the ceiling. Because the gun is silenced, the noise isn’t intimidating enough to get Popcorn to stop running.
“Don’t move, whore,” Heinz says.
Gogo stops in her tracks, but continues dressing herself. Heinz goes to her with the barrel of the gun pointed at her face.
“Tell your friend to come out or I’ll put a bullet in your head,” Heinz says.
Gogo opens her mouth to yell to Popcorn, but instead she pukes all over Heinz’s shoes. The puke is a rancid pile of rotten zombie intestines, brains, half-digested flesh, and the head of a zombie dick. Heinz steps back at the offensive smell.
“Call your friend,” he says, shifting his face away from the direction of the vomit.
Gogo coughs and gags as she pulls a long intestine from her throat. As it plops on the ground, she spits and wipes green acidic mucous off of her tongue with her fingers.
“Call your friend!”
Gogo looks up at him with disgust, then stands up and does as he says. Popcorn doesn’t make an appearance.
“If you don’t come out your friend is dead,” Heinz says. “I’ll give you only three seconds to come out.”
Gogo looks up at Heinz’s shiny forehead as he points his gun at her.
“One,” Heinz says.
Gogo is becoming aroused by the look of his forehead. The way it gleams in the dim lighting. The smoothness of his white Aryan skin. She wants to lick it and rub her body against it.
“Two.”
Licking her lips and inching forward, Gogo’s eyes go wild with hunger, realizing that it isn’t his forehead that’s attracting her but the brain inside of his skull. She wants to bite open his skull and pull out his brain. She wants to put it between her legs and fuck the brainstem.
“Three.”
Gogo opens her mouth and goes for Heinz, but the nazi shoves the silencer down her throat.
“Don’t!” Popcorn cries, stepping into the hallway. “Don’t shoot her.”
Gogo sucks on the silencer seductively, eying Heinz as if she wants to eat him alive.
When Heinz sees her giving the gun a blowjob, he pulls it out of her mouth and pushes her back.
“Disgusting whore,” he says. Then he turns to Popcorn. “Don’t try running away from me again. Next time I will fire without warning.”
Gogo rubs her breasts and smiles at Heinz. Everything about the nazi is beginning to turn her on. From his uniform to the way he holds his weapon to the electricity flowing through the nerves under his skin. As she rubs her breasts, she feels a stiffness in her chest. She presses her hand to her chest and listens closely, but doesn’t hear anything. She no longer has a heartbeat.
“So, we now have only minutes before those walking corpses get through that door,” Heinz says. “Help me find a way out of here and I might let you live.”
Gogo and Popcorn look at each other. When Popcorn notices Gogo’s condition, she winks. They know that Heinz can’t kill them if they are already dead.
“Now,” Heinz says. “Let’s get to work.”
Then he leads them down the hallway, away from the undead.
Over the course of a few years, Heinz collected followers among the wretched starving youths of the Fifth Reich. He inspired them to hold their heads up high, to work hard, and believe in the future of the Aryan race. Eventually, his men were practically running the ship. They were the strongest, most skilled members of the Aryan population. They were organized and little by little they improved the living conditions of their brothers.
“I’m taking over the ship,” Heinz said to the Captain of the Fifth Reich.
The Captain looked at Heinz. No longer was Heinz a teenaged kid, he was now a fully-grown man and a leader. Behind Heinz, stood a row of his soldiers, armed with shotguns. The Captain stood up from his desk and removed his hat.
“I’m grateful to have you on board,” said the Captain. “You have helped discipline and motivate the men. I haven’t seen the ship run so smoothly in over a decade.”
“So you will relinquish your command?” Heinz asked.
“No,” said the Captain.
Heinz nodded at his lieutenant. Then all of his men pumped their shotguns and pointed them at the Captain.
“I beg of you, Heinz,” said the Captain. “Our people need food, not war. You don’t yet have the experience to run this ship. I’d like you to become my second in command. You can learn the ropes, see what it means to be the leader of this ship before you sit in the Captain’s chair. Then you will understand where I’m coming from.”
The Captain held out his hand in friendship.
“You are weak,” Heinz told the old man. “I would never serve under such a pathetic coward. It is your weakness that allowed this ship to fall into disrepair. It is because of you that your people have fallen into such a pitiable state.”
“And you think you can do better?” asked the Captain. “You think you can reshape these people into the Fists of the Fifth Reich?”
“No,” Heinz said. “That army died a long time ago. We are now the Hammers of the Fifth Reich. And within five years time, I promise the island of Neo New York will be ours.”
Then Heinz turned his back on the old man.
“Don’t listen to him,” said the Captain. “If you attack Neo New York you will fail. They have superior weapons and a larger military force. If you follow this man you will die.”
As Heinz left the room, his men closed in on the ex-Captain. After the chorus of shotgun blasts, Heinz placed the Captain’s hat on his scalp. Marching down the hallway with his head held high, whistling Wagner’s
