Forum:Tage der Albträume

'''Please use proper grammar and spelling when adding to a story. Failure to comply with this rule may result in being ejected from the roleplay.''' Tage der Albträume is the Call of Duty Wiki's first official role-play, set in late 1945 following the outbreak of zombies throughout central Europe.

Quick guide to roleplays
Anyone may join if they have an account by signing in the "Participants" section.

You create your own characters, fill out some information abut them in the "Characters" section below, introduce them into the story, and post a new chapter (it doesn't need to be that long; usually a minimum of a few to several hundred characters) in response to whatever just happened in the story and wait for someone else to post a chapter of their own.

Before you know it, you have an awesome story that you and others helped to create. Booyah!

Plot summary
''Zombies started appearing in Berlin and nearly all of its pevious inhabitants appear to have just off and left. A few people have barricaded themselves inside the Reichstag and have to face off against sequentially heavier zombie attacks that come without warning, separated by deadly lengths of silence.''

Rules

 * Respect other users' requests as to whether or not their characters may be used.
 * Don't God-mod (to make something overpowered) your characters.
 * Post in context with previous chapters.
 * Mystery boxes, Ray Guns, points, power-ups and the like don't exist.
 * Don't ruin it for others.
 * Have fun, be creative, and try to have good grammar, okay?
 * Please use proper grammar and spelling when adding to a story. Failure to comply with this rule may result in being ejected from the roleplay.

Participants

 * 05:44, March 19, 2010 (UTC)
 * EightOhEight 07:58, March 19, 2010 (UTC)
 * Icepac K s 12:50, March 19, 2010 (UTC)
 * Braden 0.0 14:34, March 19, 2010 (UTC)
 * Cpl. Wilding
 * Toilet Bowl Soldier 02:36, March 20, 2010 (UTC+8)
 * Sgt. Resnov 07:23, March 20, 2010 (UTC+7)
 * CoD addict 01:00, March 20, 2010 (UTC)
 * Raven&#39;s wing 10:11, March 20, 2010 (UTC)
 * Shadowwnet123 10:57, March 20, 2010 (UTC)
 * Random Man 0213 20:03, March 20, 2010 (UTC)
 * HyperK 02:36, March 21, 2010 (UTC)
 * J-money 03:39, March 21, 2010 (UTC)
 * TF141.jpg Omega 8o8  05:16, March 21, 2010 (UTC)
 * ' ' Master Kenobi  05:47, March 21, 2010 (UTC)
 * User:Lieutenant J.J 22:08, March 21, 2010 (UTC+12)
 * Sith-venator Wavingstrider Fett helmet.jpg ( Commlink ) 15:19, March 21, 2010 (UTC)
 * JediExile133, March 22, 2010
 * CaptainNate 7:42, March 22, 2010
 * KillerKing17 SoL* 03:56, March 23, 2010 (UTC)
 * Seijana 23:11, march 23, 2010 (UTC+10)
 * Rambo362 19:43, March 23, 2010 (UTC)
 * Sgt.Cpmaster22
 * Extremofire
 * ThisIsAnAccount
 * RS1075
 * XaduratingSushi 7:02 PM, March 25th, 2010
 * BBuzz 11:59, March 27, 2010 (UTC)
 * Squelliot

Chiafriend12

 * Name: Eugene Vicks
 * Faction: United States 101st Airborne Division
 * Rank: Sergeant
 * Weapon: M1 Garand, M1911
 * Previous experience: Dropped on D-Day, fought in Normandy, Market Garden, the Bulge and Germany until Hitler's surrender. Currently a member of the Allied occupying force in Germany.
 * Requirements to use: May only be used by Icepacks, sorry.


 * Name: Michael Kuhn
 * Faction: United States 2nd Ranger Battalion
 * Rank: Private First Class
 * Weapon: M1 Carbine
 * Previous experience: Replacement who arrived in Europe post-D-Day. Fought in Beaumont-Hague, the Battle of the Bulge and invaded Germany in Wallendar.
 * Requirements to use: May not be used, sorry.

EightOhEight

 * Name: Michael Fletcher
 * Faction: Germany Kriegsmarines
 * Rank: Lieutenant
 * Weapon: FG42
 * Previous experience: Lost whole company on D-Day, escaped with a scar running all the way down his back from shrapnel. Currently retired.
 * Requirements to use:

Icepacks

 * Name: Brandon Richard
 * Faction: French Resistance, Army Air Forces
 * Rank: Staff Sergeant
 * Weapon: Thompson
 * Previous experience: American-born of French heritage. Arrived on the continent through Spain as a contact with British Intelligence, after Paris' liberation, joined the Army Air Forces. Served over France. Shot down when the Germans launched Operation Bodenplatte, rescued from a prisoner of war camp near the end of the war. Currently serving in Berlin with Allied Occupation Force.
 * Requirements to use: He's kind of unconscious right now, so nothing really can be done, but if he ever comes to, use him as you see fit, barring major injuries or death.


 * Name: Adam Doherty
 * Faction: United States 101st Airborne Division
 * Rank: Private First Class
 * Weapon: None, Medic
 * Previous experience: Dropped in D-Day injured during the land campaign, returned to unit during the Bulge in the Ardennes, serving in Berlin with the occupation force.
 * Requirements to use: Dialogue and actions are fine, I'd prefer major actions to be done with permission only.

Braden 0.0

 * Name: James Stanton
 * Faction: United States 82nd Airborne Division
 * Rank: Corporal
 * Weapon: M1 Garand, M1911
 * Previous experience: Dropped in Sicily, Italy, Normandy, Holland, Belgium, and the Rhine. Lost most of his Platoon during the D-day drops due to AA gun fire. Has a scar on his stomach where a German soldier's bayonet nicked him, which almost killed him during Market Garden.
 * Requirements to use: Feel free to use him, but If you want to kill him or abuse/Injure him, contact me first!
 * Name: Edward Allan
 * Faction: United States 1st Infantry division (Big Red One)
 * Rank: Technical 4th Grade
 * Weapon: Springfield (Later Thompson), M1911
 * Previous experience: Replacement who arrived shortly after Operation Torch, fought on Omaha beach during D-day, and participated in Operation Varsity.
 * Requirements to use: Feel free to use him, but If you want to kill him or abuse/Injure him, contact me first!
 * Name: Arthur North
 * Faction: United States Marine Corps 1st Marine Raiders division
 * Rank: Private
 * Weapon: M1897 Trench Gun
 * Previous experience: Fought in Pearl Harbor where the Pacific war started. Participated in the landings at Makin atoll, Guadalcanal, Tarawa atoll, and Okinawa. Sent to Europe on a peace keeping mission.
 * Requirements to use: I want to build up on his character and introduce him, only Toilet Bowl Soldier can use him. Sorry!

Cpl. Wilding

 * Name: Markus Wilding
 * Faction: German Wehrmacht
 * Rank: Unteroffizier (Corporal)
 * Weapon: Kar98k
 * Previous experience: Fought in Poland, France and Normandy. He lost his unit in Normandy and was one of the few survivors of his company in the Battle of Pointe du Hoc.
 * Requirements to use: Please alert me if you want ot use him. If you do and I grant permission, remember that he only speaks German and very little English. Cannot be killed, I'm waiting for the right moment.


 * Name: Alex Ford
 * Faction: U.S. Army
 * Rank: Private First Class
 * Weapon: Thompson
 * Previous Experience: Fought with the 101st Airborne in the D-Day landings and fought in Berlin.
 * Requirements to use: Just don't kill him. Remember that he has his own interests in mind.

Toilet Bowl Soldier

 * Name: Riley KetchersonR.Ketcherson.png
 * Faction: British Army
 * Rank: Sergeant
 * Weapon: Bren light machine gun (loses it later), Webley Mk IV Revolver, G43
 * Previous experience: Fought in Juno Beach, half of his Company were killed by an MG42. Went to Berlin after the war for a vacation
 * Requirements to use:You can do anything to him except for killing him off... I can only kill him off.

Sgt. Resnov

 * Name: Vasili Konstantinovich Nevsky
 * Faction: 3rd Shock Army
 * Rank: Corporal
 * Weapon: Scoped Mosin-Nagant, later PPSh-41
 * Previous experience: Former Soviet sniper in Prussia with more than 70 comfirmed killcount, 10 snipers and 7 SS high ranking officer. His right hand is shot when dueling with a German sniper. Later join the 3rd Shock Army and successfully secured the lower levels of the Reichstag. He stayed in Berlin after victory rather than going home like other soldiers.
 * Requirements to use: You can do anything to him except kill him.

Griever0311

 * Name: Scott Evans
 * Faction: United States Marine Corps - 2nd Battalion, 2nd Marine Regiment, Fox Company
 * Rank: Corporal
 * Weapon: Thompson, M1897 Trench Gun, M1911
 * Previous experience: Participated in the landings at Guadalcanal, Tarawa, Saipan, Tinian, and Okinawa; currently stationed in Berlin prior to return to the US.
 * Requirements to use:

Raven's wing

 * Name: Robert "Robbie" Cooper
 * Faction: British Army (6th Airborne Division, Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire Light Infantry)
 * Rank: Lance Corporal
 * Weapon: Lee-Enfield No4(T), Colt M1911
 * Previous experience: Served as a Sniper at Pegasus Bridge and in the Ardennes.
 * Requirements to use:

Random Man 0213

 * Name: Erika M. Callahan
 * Faction: Nurse for the U.S. Military
 * Rank: Medic
 * Weapon: .357 Magnum Revolver, MP-40
 * Previous Experience: As a skilled doctor, she used to work at the St. Barnabas hospital in New Jersey before visiting both the Pacific (Okinawa) and Europe (France) in order to care for her country's wounded soldiers. She was recently asked to visit Germany in order to care for the citizens and soldiers of Berlin after the war.
 * Requirements to use: You can use my character whenever you want, but just make sure that you don't kill or abuse her without my permission. Don't change her backstory or characteristics either without consulting me; she is supposed to be kind, sweet, yet shocked, weak, and shy, so don't suddenly make her brave and strong. Oh, and by the way, she is terrible with a gun, so don't change that either.

Shadowwnet123

 * Name: Matthew Cole
 * Faction: 1st Canadian Division
 * Rank: Lieutenant
 * Weapon: During the war, he used a Lee-Enfield; now he has picked up a ability to fire German weapons. Now he uses an STG.44
 * Previous Experience: A highly respected lieutenant in the Canadian forces. He has led his men to victory under overwhelming circumstances and yet came out alive. After the liberation of the Netherlands, his unit was transferred to Berlin for occupation duty. Since the outbreak, he has not seen his unit.
 * Requirements to use:' I would like to request that no one else control him; I would like to build upon his character before he meets anyone else. You can mention his presence but not his name (since no one knows he's alive anyways)


 * Name: Heinrich Herzog
 * Faction: German Wehrmacht
 * Rank: Corporal
 * Weapon: He lost his MG42 to a Russian molotov. Anything automatic is fine with him. Walther P-38
 * Previous Experience: Before the rearmament of Germany, Herzog was nothing but a factory worker conscripted. He didn't want to fight, but if it meant receiving money to send to his sick mother, he would do it. A hardened veteran of the Eastern Front, he barely escaped the disaster of Stalingrad as he was wounded and sent back to Poland to recover. When he had recovered, he was transferred to the Western Front against the D-Day invasion. As a machine gun emplacement, he had done a fine job of keeping Allied infantry at bay.
 * Requirements to use:

HyperK

 * Name: Drake Porter
 * Faction: Royal Australian Navy
 * Rank: Private
 * Weapon: M1 Garand, M1911
 * Previous Experience: Served in the Pacific Theatre, mainly Milne Bay and the Kokoda Track. Along with the American Marines, they ended up defeating the Japanese. Was then transferred to Italy, in case anything else happened.
 * Requirements to use:

J-money

 * Name: George Roberts
 * Faction: British SAS
 * Rank: Corporal
 * Weapon: Lee-Enfield Scoped W/ Bayonet, Suppressed Sten SMG
 * Previous experience: Served in North Africa. Roberts assisnated a high ranking German officer with his Lee-Enfield, and got away through an ambush of 50 German Soldiers. Killed the last 10 with only his knife.
 * Requirements to use:

Omega 8o8

 * Name: Nigel Hastings
 * Faction: British RaF (MIA)
 * Rank: Sergeant
 * Weapon: None(will build on this)
 * Previous Experience: Originally a Corporal in the British Army, he got injured in a training exercise. He left the infantry and joined the RaF, a dumb idea. He was shot down in the Battle of Britain in 1940, and was picked up by German Luftwaffe pilots. His whereabouts are unknown.
 * Requirements to use: May be used by anyone currently near him, such as a traveling group. Do NOT harm or kill. EVER!


 * Name: John Heinz
 * Faction: None, German scientist
 * Weapon: none, only a supposed antidote that is a major plot twist
 * Previous Experience: He was researching an antidote for the zombie infections (ala I AM LEGEND) in a small laboratory. He was headed to a small prison complex in search of food when he was mauled by zombies. His antidote stopped the zombie in its tracks and transformed it back to a human, but killed it. He currently has 2 vials left.
 * Requirements to use: May be used by anyone currently near him, such as a traveling group. Do NOT kill without talking to me.

7th Body

 * Name: Peter Flay
 * 'Fraction: Canadian Army
 * Rank: Private First Class
 * Weapon: Lee-Enfield w/ Bayonet, Sten, and was trained to use the Bren just fine.
 * Previous Experience: Joined the Army immediately after Canada joined the war, he was statined in France. He continuously fought hard in every battle, and turned down many promotions. He did this because he was afraid of being taken off the front lines. Also was on the 3rd boat to hit Juno beach on D-Day. After fierce fighting in the Battle of Scheldt, he was wounded in the bottom part of his leg. He stayed back to let it heal, but his squad left him behind.
 * Requirements to use:

Lieutenant J.J

 * Name: James "Smiles" Simmons
 * Faction: 82nd Airbourne Division
 * Rank: First Sergeant
 * Weapon: M1919 Browning Machine Gun w/ bipod, Colt M1911, Nambu
 * Previous Experience: Served with the 82nd since the start of the war, and participated in every major battle, was wounded in a knife-fight which left his face (a scar which starts at the right corner of his lips and goes halfway up his cheek, giving him a perpetual smirk) and chest scarred in Operation Market Garden and is a decorated veteran.
 * Requirements to use: Just don't kill him.

Sith-venator

 * Name: Jack "Venator" Stugenbower
 * Faction: 2nd Rangers Battalion
 * Rank: Sergeant
 * Weapon: T20 Rifle (Variant of the M1 Garand and considered the prototype of the M14 Rifle), Trenchgun (Dropped),RPD, Kukri Knives.
 * Previous Experience: Served with the Rangers since D-Day, strong silent type after fighting at Pearl Harbor.
 * Requirements to use: Don't always expect a dialouge, don't kill, you can hurt and cuss him but what goes around comes around.

Darthkenobi0

 * Name: Samuel Smith
 * Faction: 1st Infantry Division (Big Red One)
 * Rank: Private
 * Weapons: M1 Garand, bayonet, Mauser 98 w/ scope (relic from the Great War), captured Walther P38
 * Previous Experience: Hunted with dad back home in Northern California, top marks with rifle during basic, joined when he turned eighteen (18), and served during the Ardennes Offensive.
 * Requirements to use: Permission by user, letters may be created (with style mimicking existing letter) without permission.
 * Name: Jonathan Alexander Faragut
 * Faction: 1st Infantry Division (Big Red One)
 * Rank: Corporal
 * Weapons: M1 Garand, bayonet,Luger pistol, SG44
 * Previous Experience: Served with Division since North Africa, wounded in Sicily and Normandy.
 * Requirements to use: Permission by user.
 * Name: Timothy Calhoun
 * Faction: 1st Infantry Division (Big Red One)
 * Rank: Private
 * Weapons: M1 Garand, bayonet, MP40
 * Previous Experience: Served with Division since Normandy
 * Requirements to use: Permission by user.
 * Name:' Timothy Simons
 * Faction: 1st Infantry Division (Big Red One)
 * Rank: Sergeant of the Army
 * Weapons: M1 Thompson, M1911, combat knife
 * Previous Experience: Served with the Eighth Armored until the Ruhr Pocket when he was transferred to the Big Red One, he has served leading a platoon since then.
 * Requirements to use: Permission by user.

JediExile133

 * Name: C.Long
 * Faction: British 6th Airborne Division
 * Rank: First Sergeant
 * Weapon: Bowie Knife, Mk5 Sten
 * Previous Experience: A veteran of D Day, one of the first landings of Juno. Held prisoner by Japs and killed 3 with only his knife. C,Long was skilled in German, American, and British guns. Has a scar on his left hand when his knife slipped.
 * Requirements to use: Please do not use. We should all respect the rights and requests of others. Nothing personal.

CaptainNate

 * Name: Nate Snowa
 * Faction: 4th Infantry Divison
 * Rank: Sergeant II
 * Weapons: MP40 and Knife
 * Previous Experience: Snowa's vehicle stopped suddenly, he went to go check and saw a walking corpse and just ran. In panic he left his squad for dead.
 * Requirements to use:


 * Name: Jake Tucker
 * Faction: 4th Infantry Divison
 * Rank: PFC
 * Weapons: M1911
 * Previous Experience: Tucker had left his vehicle and witnessed his squad get mauled as he ran, grabbing a pistol lying around.
 * Requirements to use:


 * Name: Francis Debet
 * Faction: 10th Mountain Divison
 * Rank: Private II
 * Weapons: Trench Gun
 * Previous Experience: Debet was with Marshall, the only two survivors of the squad who found Victor being attacked.
 * Requirements to use:


 * Name: Glenn Marshall
 * Faction: 10th Mountain Divison
 * Rank: Captain
 * Weapons: Flamethrower
 * Previous Experience: Marshall was with Debet when they saw Victor being attacked.
 * Requirements to use:


 * Name: Jackson Victor
 * Faction: 194th Armored Brigade
 * Rank: Sergeant
 * Weapons: Thompson
 * Previous Experience: Victor just left his post to be tripped by a torso zombie. He was nearly bitten when Marshall killed it and showed him a shelter he made.
 * Requirements to use:

KillerKing17

 * Name: Andrei "Schweigsames Blut" Prichter
 * Faction: 3rd Shock Army
 * Rank: Corporal
 * Weapons: SVT-40, Tokarev TT-30, Machete
 * Previous Experience: Andrei killed many Germans in the 3rd Shock. His exact killcount is unkown. He very much enjoys killing Germans. His reason for this dire hatred is unkown. He repeats the phrase "Плоть от кости, как жизнь от Ивана" after he kills a German. He is skilled in the Russian and German languages. He is also a very good marksman, with or without a scoped weapon.
 * Name: Humbert Gundhild
 * Faction: Unknown
 * Rank: None (Seems to be Civilian)
 * Weapons: None
 * Previous Experiences: Doesnt remember much after falling down a flight of stairs and crashing through his door. Only remember strange images from his past. One that always plays in his head is the image of someone holding a pistol up to a mans chest and pulling the trigger multiple times. Then looking around and bolting out of a door. He believes the man to be himself.

Seijana

 * Name: Kijiro Masakuno
 * Faction:I mperial Japanese Army
 * Rank: Escaped POW (former private)
 * Weapons: Type 100 with a scope and bayonet, Katana, Colt M1911
 * Previous Experience: After his unit was wiped out on Peleliu, Kijiro used his largely improvised weapons, a primitive ghilliesuit and low cunning to fight a one man guerilla war from the jungle against the American forces but was eventually captured and packed off to a prison in the USA. When he arrived at America however, he escaped along with what he could recover of his weapons. Pretending to be a Korean American, he enlisted in the Marines to be sent to fight in what was left of Germany, where he promptly deserted after leaving a message stating who he really was, with the intent of crossing Eurasia and returning to Japan. He wasnt, however, counting on any kind of zombie outbreak...
 * Requirements To Use: Please ask my permission, and assuming I grant it, bear in mind that he dislikes retreat and fears little after his ordeals. He also distrusts many of his for-now comrades in this strange conflict since many Americans would happily send him back to a POW jail. Additionally, he may not be killed or injured in a permanent manner (thats for me to do if it happens, Im also going to TRY to get him back to Japan in the end).

Sgt.Cpmaster22

 * Name: Daniel "Sarge" Frayer
 * Faction: United States 1st Infantry Divison
 * Rank: Sergeant
 * Weapon: Browning 30.cal, Colt.45
 * Previous experience: Landed on Omaha Beach and lost all of his company and took out all the remaining Germans in the trenches with a standard issue ration. Fought in the Dragon's Teeth and took down an MG nest with his helmet. Currently deployed in Berlin.
 * Requirements to use: Any body can use hurt,abuse and dialouge for him (he likes cussing alot) but cannot kill him off. Only I can do that :]
 * Name: Eddy "Pee wee" Tanson
 * Faction: United States 1st Infantry Divison and United States 2nd Infantry Division
 * Rank: Private
 * Weapon: Thompson, P38 (found from a german officer's body, holds it as a trophy)
 * Previous experience: Deployed to Italy with Frayer, but was transferred to the 2nd infantry division and was sent home early for battle wounds. Came back and was deployed to Berlin. Currently a major chicken and in Berlin.
 * Requirements to use: Any body can use hurt,abuse and dialouge for him (he is the defintion of a major chicken) but cannot kill him off. Only I can do that :]

Extremofire

 * Name: John "Wolfgang" Frazier
 * Faction: 782nd Infantry Division
 * Rank: Private First Class
 * Weapon: Highly customized Thompson (Grip, round drum, custom red & black camo, aperture sight), Colt M1911
 * Previous experience: Deployed only during the seige of Shuri Castle. However, recieved near-perfect marks in training. Wolfgang is very lazy, but in, combat, overwhelms his enemies with sheer power. His lack of tactical actions catch his enemies off guard. He presses through armies with his Thompson, which he spends a fair amount of time customizing. He got top marks in hand-to-hand combat, target practice, and Naval operations, but he fears heights and got less-than-average marks on aerial combat.
 * Requirements to use: I will allow some form of freedom (i.e, moving with groups of people or saying small dialogue) but nothing big (regime change, preference change, death, abuse, etc). Cool? Cool.

Rambo362

 * Name: Robert Micheals
 * Faction: 4th Marines
 * Rank: Sargent
 * Weapons: scoped Springfield 1903 w/bayonet, later an FG42 he finds, stolen Walther P-38
 * Previous experence: Took part in the landings on Guadalcanal, Peleliu, and Okinawa. Injured on Guadalcanal when a Japanese sniper shot him in the foot. Doesn't trust Kijiro Masakuno due to his Japanese heritage and escaped POW status. Sent to Europe to quel recent "Civil Uprisings."
 * Requirements for use: Don't kill him. If you use him, just remember that his Thompson is his backup weapon and that his Walther is not his, therefore, does not have a lot of ammo, so don't say he has 400 rounds for it. He should also be very accurate with his rifle. He was trained with common German weapons before being deployed to Berlin.

ThisIsAnAccount

 * Name: Patrick Thompson
 * Faction: 15th Infantry Division
 * Rank: Private
 * Weapons: Kar98, Colt model 1911, and a Double Barreled Sawed-off shotgun
 * Previous experence: N/A; Private.
 * Requirements for use: None.


 * Name: Nick Thompson
 * Faction: 145th Infantry Divison
 * Rank: Private First Class
 * Weapons: M1A1 Carbine and a Colt model 1911
 * Previous Experiences: Served as a Marine on D-Day, then sent to kill Hitler soon after.
 * Requirements for use: None, other than kill him if you use him.

RS1075

 * Name: Ryan Simmons
 * Faction: 142nd Infantry Division
 * Rank: Corporal
 * Weapons: M1 Garand, M1911 Pistol
 * Previous experence: Served as a Marine on D-Day, was lead by Sgt. John Hardle. (Below)
 * Requirements for use: None, just don't kill him.


 * Name: John Hardle
 * Faction: 142nd Infantry Divison
 * Rank: Sergeant
 * Weapons: M1A1 Thompson, M1911 Pistol, Stolen Kar98k
 * Previous Experiences: Served as a Marine on D-Day, and participated in Market Garden.
 * Requirements for use: Feel free to use him, but If you want to kill him or abuse/Injure him, contact me first!

XaduratingSushi

 * Name: James Falcon


 * Faction: British SAS


 * Rank: Seargent III


 * Weapon: Stolen Mosin-Nagant (Scoped), Nickel Plated Colt M1911 .45 (His dead brother's)


 * Previous experience: Served as a Sniper throughout the war in Germany and Japan, previously served as a Medic.
 * Requirements to use: Anyone can use him but please don't kill him.

BBuzz

 * Name: Sam Bighorn
 * Faction: 101st Airborne Division
 * Rank: Staff Sergeant
 * Weapons: M1911, M1 Garand, Knife, 4 Grenades
 * Previous experience: Participated at the Operation Market Garden, The Battle of Carentan. Was shot at the back during Market Garden. Almost lost all his squads during battle. He's good at shooting. So good, all enemies that he shot always instantly dead.
 * Requirements to use: The only things that you must not do is making him dead.

Squelliot
Name: Johaan Schmidt

Rank: Major

Faction: Schutzstaffel

Weapons: MP40, Luger and SS Honor Knife

Previous Experience: His Elite Schutzstaffel Squad Fought on the western and eastern front, Participant during The Night Of the Long Knives. He is an Elite Nazi who is loyal only too himself and his personal gains. Speaks German, English and Russian Fluently.

Requirements to use: He can kill zombies and stuff but if must contact me if you intend to injure or kill him.

Prologue
Eugene sat himself down in the Berlin coffee shop he would always go to, ever since things really settled down after Germany's full surrender a few months prior.

On the way there, albeit before sunrise, he had noticed that he didn't see a single other person walking the streets. Normally he would see a few cars driving around during his walk to the shoppe, but today he saw none.

He didn't think much of it. "Maybe everyone has a hangover today." he mumbled, adjusting his posture in the wooden chair and looking around the shop for Wolfgung, the English-speaking entrepreneur he started to get to know after weeks of getting a cup of coffe every morning.

Sergeant Vicks started to get a bit impatient and tapped his knuckles loudly a few times on the also-wooden table in the shoppe. "Why wasn't I invited to this party?"

He finally got up from his chair—didn't even push it in—and walked to the bar-like counter where Wolfgung or one of his employees would work during the later hours of the day where he tapped his knuckles on the wood loudly again.

Wolfgung, or any of the other employees, didn't make a sound.

Eugene leaned over his edge of the counter and called out, "Wolfgung! You have a customer!" as he started to get a little frustrated.

He looked around for safety or whatever reason and jumped over the counter and walked along the other side of the bar to the hallway that it led to, where he had always assumed was an 'employees only' section, but he stopped short and started looking at the various filled bottles of booze that lined the wall.

"I hope you don't mind me back here, but, uhh," he started walking toward the entrance to the hallway, "I know you certaintly haven't forgotten your English or your manners for your customers."

The room at the other end of the narrow brick hallway had a refrigerator—assumably for employee meals—on the opposite wall, a calendar to its right, a window to the right of that and a table with associated chairs in the middle.

Eugene pushed upward on the window to open it to take a peek outside, considering that maybe Wolfgung was just taking the garbage out at that moment. Poking his head out into the alley, he saw no one (nor any garbage), but did hear some footsteps that came from the main street the shoppe was on. "Well apparently I'm not the only one who missed out on that party, at least."

He closed the window and went back out into the main room and went back over the counter, fed up at this point at the lack of Wolfgung to prepare coffee, from which he decided that he would visit the cafe across the street that he knew was also open at this time in the morning.

Outside, he latched the door shut with delicacy, giving respect to the commercial establishment, even if he didn't get any service.

To his left, down the road, was the Reichstag: the ruined building that was once a key building held by the Nazis that was eventually sieged and captured by the Russians, marking the point of complete defeat for the Germans about six months prior.

Those footsteps he heard earlier grew louder and the early morning walker violently grabbed Sergeant Vicks by the shoulder of his service uniform.

"Hey!" he shouted as he shook off whoever decided to grab at him, shoving them completely over on their rump momentarilly later.

Eugene looked at what he then assumed to be a drunk, but noticed that his face was unhealthily gray with eyes yellow enough to imply that he had been drinking every minute of his life, and then some. The drunk was in no uniform; just a tanktop and standard pants.

Eugene brushed off his shoulder, annoyed by the fact that his recently press-cleaned jacket was now dirty. "If you're a serviceman," he began, pointing at the other, "I want you to get your ass back to wherever you normally stay and sober up."

The drunkard moaned.

"And if you're not a serviceman, I want you to remember that I am, and I have the physical ability to shoot you, among other things, alright?"

The other tried to stumble his way to a standing position, and Sergeant Vicks left for a walk in the direction of the Reichstag. The gray, drunk man then caught up and grabbed at the back of Vicks's collar to which Vicks grabbed the man from behind and pulled him over and slammed his back on the ground in front of him.

"What is your problem?" he asked in a shout.

The drunk reached and grabbed Eugene's ancle and dug their nails into him.

Eugene slammed on the man's wrist extremely hard and freed his other ancle and withdrew his sidearm. "Seriously, what are you trying to do?!" He took a considerable step back. "Now, I want you to back off of me." Eugene started to aim vaguely at the man as he walked around him, once again in the direction of the Reichstag.

The drunk began to push himself back up in a manner so unhuman-looking that it creeped the veteran paratrooper out. The man's joints bent in the wrong way and he showed no pain or even acknowledgement to it.

Eugene stopped and held his .45 pistol at his side in a way that looked both casual and as if he was trying to make it obvious he was holding a pistol. "Private, whatever the Hell rank you are, whoever the Hell you are," he pointed to his situational forward and the man's reverse, "I want you to go home and straighten yourself out--"

He stood up nearly fully, moaned, slumped his head over to his right shoulder and limped forward.

Sergeant Vicks assumed battle stance and aimed for a killshot on the man. "Halt!" No one in Europe would go without knowing what it meant.

The drunk leaped toward Eugene who took a large step back and shot the man in the chest, downing him.

As the man was slumped over in the street, Eugene looked around frantically, now thinking others would think he was a killer. "What the Hell, man?" He approached what he thought was a corpse. "I said to back off, and you didn't!" He very lightly kicked the body, trying to get a reaction, but got none. "Oh, shit."

Still, not a soul was anywhere to he heard or found, and considering a gunshot just went off, it would make sense for someone to have gotten up at the sound, but it was as if everyone was deaf or moralless.

Eugene panicked, and ran toward the Reichstag for whatever reason, probably subconsciously trying to get help.

A horrifying crescendo of inhumane screams and moans started to be heard and Eugene only ran faster.

He reached the end of the road and arrived at the large set of staircases that led up to the Reichstag: a Roman-styled building several stories tall and many football fields wide.

Eugene spotted another man pounding on the apparently locked doors and loudly shouted at him to get his attention.

The man stopped his pounding dead cold, turned his head, saw Vicks, and started running down the final staircase.

Eugene also started up the stairs, but partway up noticed that the man also had dangerously gray skin and morbidly yellow eyes.

The other also-seemingly-drunk man lunged for Eugene when he got close, but he simply stepped out of the way and the man just fell down the staircase.

Eugene reached the larged doors, tugged on them but to no avail. Freaking out by this point, he started pounding on it. "Hey!" he called. "Anyone in there? I need help!"

Someone said something inside, and the sound of wood scratching on wood was heard.

He called again. "Is someone there? I need a doctor!"

The doors opened just a crack so that someone else to talk back. "Question: when did Hitler start the war?"

Eugene felt that this wasn't the time for trivia. "What?"

"Answer the question!" The voice growled from inside. "Do it or die!"

Eugene felt most definitely scared at this point and tried to mumble the answer. "Uh, September 1939, right?"

There was no immediate response, and he took a step back in thought that someone might pop out and shoot at him, but the doors opened and he rushed inside. 05:44, March 19, 2010 (UTC)

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Michael lifted his gun as the stranger tumbled in. "Lift your face up!" he yelled, in an authoritative voice. The man did as he was told and then Michael could see that he was not one of the infected.

"What are you doing here?" Michael asked, lowering his gun. "How did you escape?"

The man mumbled something incoherently, then said in an obvious American accent, "I don't know, man, I just was getting some coffee."

Michael shook his head. "So you have no idea what's going on here, then?" He asked.

The man violently nodded, and pointed at his service uniform. "I'm an American," he said.

"No shit," Michael shot back. "I don't want your life story - just your help."

Before the man could answer, there was a heavy pounding on the door.

"Shit!" Michael yelled. "Hold on, they've found us!"

EightOhEight 06:03, March 19, 2010 (UTC)

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Michael and Eugene took up firing positions behind collapsed support pillars as the pounding continued. Then they heard a voice mutter out, "Stupid door.." and then firing noises.

On the other side of the door, Brandon Richard was marveling at the relative lack of destruction in the area. Noticing the lack of people on the street that morning, he had decided to venture up to the Reichstag and see what was left. He had not encountered anyone like Eugene or Michael had, and was thinking that everyone had just decided to sleep in.

Upon encountering the obstinate door, he began firing into it with his Thompson. He then proceeded to kick the door down and amble inside.

He received the same treatment afforded to Eugene. He was immediately tackled and questioned upon crossing the threshold and was only released when the two inside were entirely certain that he was friendly. Then they introduced themselves.

"That's all really great, nice to meet you," said Brandon, "But you know the war is over, nobody's going to attack you."

"You haven't seen?" asked Michael incredulously.

Brandon shrugged one shoulder. "I saw some people on the street, but it seems they just had a little too much fun last night.."

"Well, you'll see soon enough," said Michael, reclosing the door.

Icepac K s 12:50, March 19, 2010 (UTC)

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Cpl. Stanton had NEVER encountered an enemy like this, several seemingly drunk and injured Germans who were fiercely running at him that he could have sworn minutes ago he saw dead in the church's graveyard.

"Shit, shit, shit..." He slowly panted as he ran over the bridge into town.

"There's gotta be somebody that could help me!" He thought.

He then heard several moaning, rolling words in garbled English he could hardly make out: "SAaaAM!" "No, no, no, no, NO!!",

He continued to run from them for a safer distance; he made it, and then in the hopes of killing them, emptied his clip into one. The zombie went down.

"Wait, how could an already injured looking German be killed with more than half the magazine of powerful rifle rounds?!" he wondered, vocalizing his thoughts.

He then spun around, and, having enough of the chase, charged straight at the, that.. thing, and impaled it with his bayonet, instantly killing it.

And then another came, and Stanton emptied his Garand clip into it. 'PING!' the sound of the ejected clip made as he fired off the 8th and final bullet. "Holy shit, holy shit, how did a bayonet kill it instantly?"

The young Corporal thought hard. He then saw a figure slumped in a corner. Stanton, curiously, walked towards the body.

He then took out his flash light and shone a light on the corpse; he recoiled with disgust, as the German soldier had very few, but also very severe, burns on his face, with some portions missing.

"Huh, poor bastard got cooked by a flamethrower," he openly thought.

But then, to his most unimaginable mind, the corpse's eyes sprung open; the eyes were definitely not human, as the white eyes were glowing orange eyes, with red, glowing pupils. It was definitely dead, but also alive too.

"AH SHIT!!!" Cpl. Stanton swore as he procceded to empty his clip into the zombie.

But the zombie didn't react to the bullets, as if this one was stronger, or at least, growing stronger.

The zombie rose, and then gruesomely, moaned and screamed at him. Bracing himself, Stanton prepared to take a hit, bite, or kick from this undead bastard.

But then, the sound of a rifle rang out, and the zombie fell over. "Huh? Who was that?" Stanton followed the figure to the door and paused for a second. "Who are you?"....

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"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Ich bin in der deutschen Armee!" Cpl. Wilding slung his rifle up to show he had no ill intentions, but quickly took it back into his hands, aimed it at a zombie that was approaching Cpl. Stanton, then fired. "Der Ami Stoß ist tot."

He pulled the bolt back, releasing the last round in his clip. "Sie dort… Sie sprechen Deutsches?"

It was obvious Cpl. Wilding knew very little English and was more comfortable speaking in German. He shook his head when no response came from Stanton and rushed to a window, looking out for more zombies, if they ever came.

Cpl. Wilding 18:12, March 19, 2010 (UTC)

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Meanwhile, Riley heard distant sounds of gunfire and some zombies running after his Jeep while driving in the streets of Berlin, and he then asked himself "Is it bloody Halloween already?"

He then exited his jeep and took out his Bren gun and checked his surroundings; he saw people firing at the zombies and so he rushed to the building and knocked on the door...

"Hello there, is anybody in? I've been hearing gunfire and wondered what the bloody hell is happening!" He then saw an American soldier looking out for more "things".

Toilet Bowl Soldier 03:05, March 20, 2010 (UTC+8)

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"Thunder! Or I'll fire on you!" Stanton said at the silouhetted figure in the door way.

"Hey! Calm down, I'm a British soldier here!" the man said.

"You should've said flash, or I'd have killed you." Stanton driely replied. "Why are you here in the first place?"

"I was here takin' a bloody vacay in Berlin, when I heard moaning and all of these zombies from fucking hell running after me!" the British man replied.

"Similar thing happened to me, I was walking by a graveyard and these drunkards started running at me. But when I looked at one up close, it wasn't a drunkard, it was an undead bastard!" Stanton said.

"Um, Corporal, whats your name?" the Brit asked,

"I'm Corporal James T. Stanton, 82nd Airborne." Stanton proclaimed.

"I'm Sergeant Riley Ketcherson, British 7th Armoured." Riley responded. "And who's that bloody Jerry doing with you?"

"He saved my life from a Zombie that nearly killed me. I don't know who he is, but he certainly doesn't speak English." Stanton said.

"AHHHH! FUCKING SHIT! SOMEONE ANYONE HEEELLLPPP!!!" a voice screamed from the street.

"Who was that?" Stanton asked.

"I don't know, but I'm gonna find out," said Riley as he picked up his Bren LMG.

"Alright, check back later if you find him! I'll stay behind with this Kraut and guard the halls, just find any survivors!" Stanton called as Riley walked outside, cautious of any zombies ready to attack.

Braden 0.0 19:27, March 19, 2010 (UTC)

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Eugene looked at the expressions Michael and Brandon both had on their faces, then turned his head to see down the hallway that led deeper into the Reichstag.

By this point, he definitely thought something was up. He had to shoot someone and sent someone else tumbling down a large staircase within a few minutes and then was threatened to be shot on the spot by someone else. His immediate deduction was that some sort of anarchy was going down; something that appeared to have happened overnight.

He was a man who would like to have relevant facts explained to him if he didn't already know something, so he asked Michael as the three of them stood half-akwardly in the front portion of the Reichstag, "Would you mind explaining me our current situation?"

Michael sighed, irritated by the American, but answered. "Sometime between last evening and the beginning of the night, undead beings—Human beings—began to roam the streets and chaos happened."

Eugene took a quick recollection of his walk to Wolfgung's shoppe and to the Reichstag: he saw no destruction other than the man he shot that attacked him. "Did anything happen?"

"Of course something happened!" Michael retorted. "Why do you think we're here?"

"No, I mean were there any clashes? I saw no evidence of any chaos or violence on my walk I took down the length of Albriem Street just a bit ago."

Michael gave a quick expression, likely that he didn't know why that was. "Well, I've been in here all night and I've seen the monsters walking around outside. Perhaps you just hit a pocket of empty space."

Eugene lightly nodded his head, mouthed "Okay" and took a look at the floor close to the main door. A group of bullet casings were on the floor with a small amount blood splatter on the inside part of the door, which made his mind contemplate. "Would anyone else happen to be in the building?"

"Possibly. It is a large building."

Eugene didn't feel so at ease with that response.

Loud muffled yells and shouts came from outside the door, but sounded in such a way that give the distinction of coming from a long ways away followed by a similar crescendo of moans.

Vicks checked his pistol and remembered that he only had six rounds left with no spare magazines on his person. "Hey, would there happen to be an armory nearby?"

21:31, March 19, 2010 (UTC)

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Michael nodded. During his tour of the Reichstag, he had seen multiple armories with model guns, but real ammo.

"C'mon, I'll show you the way," he said, pulling out his FG42 at the sound of faint moaning.

As they approached the first armory, the moaning grew louder. Micheal put a finger to his lips and then quickly kicked open the door. A swarm of undead rushed towards the group, and they opened fire.

A zombie leapt forward and grabbed the barrel of Michael's gun, twisting it until it was inoperable.

Michael swore, and buttwhacked the zombie. Vicks flipped him his M1911. "Make it count," he said. "Only six rounds left."

Michael dispatched the remaining zombies with a few well-placed shots.

"Take what you can carry," he instructed.

Michael picked up a box of pistol rounds, which he shoved into his ration pack. He then took a few spare magazines and put them in his pocket.

"I'm good to go," Michael said, watching Brandon take ammo for his Thompson.

"What's that smell?" Vicks inquired.

Suddenly, a huge explosion occurred, throwing the group to the ground.

EightOhEight 22:07, March 19, 2010 (UTC)

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Brandon's view became hazy, grey, and black as he lay on the floor, trying to come to terms with what had happened. He watched as several undead climbed over a wall destroyed by the explosion and began to attack Michael and Eugene, who were shaking but still standing. Michael picked up Brandon's Thompson and began to fire into the group. Eugene crawled over to Brandon and picked him up in a fireman's carry.

The number of undead coming over the wall started to become overwhelming and Michael cursed as the Thompson jammed. "We gotta fall back!" yelled Eugene, and he (carrying Brandon) and Michael began to run back out of the armory.

As he ran, Eugene thought he saw a metallic glint under a pile of rubble near the exit, on the wall of the armory, and he kicked the rocks aside, finding an M1 Garand and some ammunition. He transferred Brandon to Michael's shoulders and picked up the Garand.

Eugene and Michael moved up a staircase to an open terrace area, and Eugene aimed his Garand down the most obvious path to the terrace, the grand staircase. As he watched the stairs, out of the corner of his eye he saw a shadow move from cover to a broken pillar, seemingly watching them.

Eugene aimed his Garand at the pillar and said, "Flash!"

"Thunder!" came the reply, and PFC Adam Doherty came out from behind the pillar and walked over towards the group. "Vicks, is that you?" he asked.

"Oh my god, Adam," said Eugene and he lowered his Garand and welcomed his friend. After telling their respective stories, Adam opened his musette bag and injected Brandon with a grain of morphine. Eugene introduced his friend to Michael, Adam handed Michael an MP40, with the reasoning that he didn't know how to fire it.

Eugene and Michael took turns watching the stairs as the day went on, with Adam keeping watch over Brandon. In the late afternoon, faint moaning and scuffling noises could be heard, and Eugene fired a few times down the stairs, but no undead were seen. "This worries me," said Eugene, "We can hear them, but they're not showing themselves."

"I hear the sounds of Bren fire," said Michael, "There may be others."

Icepac K s 00:10, March 20, 2010 (UTC)

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Vasili was still in his apartment brushing his teeth. He thought the carnage was over, even though the "carnage" had just begun.

Suddenly, zombies began to climb the apartment's wall and smashed his window.

He grabbed his PPSh-41 and pointed it at the zombies. He said, "What are you mudaks want? I thought you Nazist had already extinct."

Zombies made it out of the window and attacked Vasili. Vasili was thrown to the floor with the zombie on top of him and beheaded the zombie with his knife.

"What the hell!?" he said while reaching for his PPSh and killing two more zombies. He packed some clothes, ammo, and two vodka bottles and left the apartment.

He reached the stairs and ran down. Zombies began to run upstairs, so he just shot them and kicked them all at once from the ,top.

He reached safely to the ground and ran towards a building. "Svolochs lives again, and this time they're stronger and more primitive." while shooting at zombies.

He climbed to the stairs and passed some destroyed Flak88s near the Reichstag while muttering, "I remember the good old days."

He killed every zombie outside near the door and tried to open the door. "Get this stupid door open! I'm not a German and I'm not Rabies!"

Another German opened the door and covered Vasili while he got inside.

"Thank you comrade. You sure are a German by your clothing, but you saved my rotten life. My name is Vasili Nevsky, and this is my PPSh and my vodka. By the way, what the hell happened to your allies outside?"

"They're zombies. I'm Markus Wilding." Said the German.

"You're alone here?" Said Vasili.

"No, there are some more inside. American and British. "

They ran through the main hall to the living room while hearing growling and gunfire.

"Zombies are breaking the roof trying to get inside!" Said an American.

"We need a Bazooka!" said another American.

After dealing with the zombies, they had a break. "Hello new guy! Whats your name?" said the American.

"His name is Vasili and he can join our group. This is Stanton and Riley. We're defending our selves from the zombies." Says Wilding.

"Hello comrades! Want vodka?" Said Vasili. "I haven't eat everything this morning so I think I will drink it."

"Hey, you once secured the Reichstag, can you make a map of that big place? Because I think the zombie outbreak started there and I'm sure as hell there are survivors there." Said Stanton.

"Yeah. I heard gunfire too." Said Riley.

"I'll see what I can do after I finished my vodka." Said Vasili.

07:36, Marc 20, 2010 (UTC+7)

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"Alright," Stanton replied as Vasili sat down and opened up a bottle of spirits. "I think I'll have a drink myself," Stanton thought as he reached for his M1910 Canteen.

Stanton was thirsty, extremely thirsty from all that running and handling the recoil of his rifle. "Vasili, mind if I have a drink with you?" he said as he set his Garand against the wall.

"Sure, why not comrade?" Vasili said as he swallowed a very long gulp of his spirits.

"Thanks for your understanding, er, Conerad? Or, however the fuck you say it," Stanton responded.

"It's pronounced Come, and then, raid, try saying it, come-raid," Vasili answered.

"Oh, thank you comrade Vasili," Stanton said after finishing off what was left of his water in his canteen.

"Hello? Anyone? Is anybody in here?" A voice echoed through the hallways.

"Who was that?" Vasili inquired.

"I dunno, but I'm gonna find out," Stanton said, slipping his helmet on and unholstering his M1911.

"Stay here and watch over my Garand, it's my main use of defense," Stanton said. The hall way was dark where the voice came from, yet it was definitely not a zombie voice, and it had a thick New York-ish accent to it.

Then a shadowed body of a man was once again in a door way. "Thunder!" Stanton yelled towards the figure.

"Flash," The voice replied. "You American?" the voice asked.

"Yeah! Who're you?" Inquired Stanton.

"Me name's Tech 4th grade Edward Allen, Big Red One division (Or the US 1st Infantry Division), and you?" Tech 4th Grade Allen said.

"Corporal James Stanton, 82nd Airborne," Stanton said. "You have a weapon?"

"Yeah. A Springfield and a Colt .45, I'm low on ammo for both! About 23 rounds for the Springfield, 16 rounds for my Colt.." Allen responded. "It's scoped, so I could be a sniper!" the soldier offered.

"Yeah, you could, help Wilding snipe." Stanton said. "Come back with me!"

"Alright!" Allen answered.

"Vasili! Help a man I've found back to health, he's got a broken arm!" Stanton yelled.

"Alright comrade Stanton, I've got Morphine, bandages and ointment! Bring him over!" Vasili equally boomed.

"Hey, Allen, do you know German by any chance?" Riley asked.

"Yeah, my Mom's German, so I've got a good understanding of it," Allen said.

"Good, you could translate for Wilding for us," Stanton said.

Braden 0.0 01:48, March 20, 2010 (UTC)

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Riley cleaned his LMG and it suddenly started to rain heavily and the sky grew darker. "Typical scene for a horror movie," he muttered.

Vasili suddenly shouted, "COMRADES! I have found a radio over there! We can contact anyone who survived this attack".

Stanton finished his bottle and immediately got up. "Ok, Allen, do you know to fix this radio?", Stanton asked Allen.

"I think so..." Allen responded. Then suddenly the injured man's arm started to swell and he started to attack Riley.

"Gentlemen! A little problem here!" as Riley was struggling to take out his Webley when the man tried to bite him. Stanton then rushed to Riley and took out his Colt .45 and shot the man in the head who was already zombified by one of those things outside.

Vasili then rushed to them. "These things can infect people!?" Vasili said.

"Well what the bloody hell do you think? He tried to bite me for Christ sake!" Allen was fixing the radio when suddenly, he barely heard a deep voice which says "Der Riese." Allen called the others and said that the radio was working.

"Well about damn time!" Stanton said. The word Der Riese was repeating over and over in the radio, Wilding suddenly rushed to the radio and was in shock when he heard the name Der Riese. Riley and Stanton looked at him and knew that Wilding had a connection with that word.

Toilet Bowl Soldier March 20, 2010 12:49 (UTC+8)

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Riley and Stanton were then asking questions to Wilding with Allen as the translator while Vasili was making a map of the Reichstag.

"Uh... I can't remember anything about that stupid Reichstag. I only secured the lower levels and treated a man who said to be shot by a German while trying to plant the flag, he survives though." Vasili had just made the map of the ground floor.

Suddenly Stanton called him to the room where they asked question to Wilding. "Vasili, do you know anyone called Nikolai?".

"I don't think I remembered. I met a lot of Nikolai at war," Said Vasili.

Allen told evryone that Der Riese is a secret lab in Poland where they make dead Nazi soldiers live again but now its deserted. He also said that a guy named Maxis is responsible for creating the zombies. Wilding said he was only stationed there for a few weeks and never saw the zombies.

At night, it began to rain as the group decided to do their work and check the Reichstag tomorrow. "My last bottle", said the drunk Vasili while he was still making the last floors of the Reichstag with only one candle to see.

Allen was trying to figure the radio with Wilding while Stanson and Riley were guarding the windows.

It was very dark and scary as outside the house the group can only see a pair of yellow eyes watching them. They also saw a light and heard gunfire from the Reichstag from a distance. At midnight, they all slept in the main room.

14:46, March 20, 2010 (UTC+7)

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Michael welcomed the new American. He finished salvaging for ammo, and jumped through the hole in the wall.

"Might as well have a safe point that we can fall back to, no?" He said.

Ignoring the other's murmurs of agreement, he moved forward, scanning the area with Vicks' M1911.

Michael started to feel twinges from where the zombie got him, but he ignored them.

They traveled around the building, looking for materials and undead.

After a long walk, Michael announced that they were going to barricade the place up and camp out for the night.

While the others searched for materials, Michael broke into a sweat, even though it was freezing out.

He wiped his forehead with a cloth and continued hammering boards into windows and doors.

"Hopefully, we'll all still be alive by sunrise," he commented dryly. EightOhEight 07:39, March 20, 2010 (UTC)

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The scope clicked audibly as it was adjusted. It was getting dark, but in the low light it was still hard to miss the occasional shambling undead creature. Tightening his finger on the trigger, Cooper sent a round spinning into the shoulder of a zombie as it made slow progress along the street. Eventually though, he decided it would be best to find shelter. He climbed down from the first floor window he'd been sniping from, slung his rifle over his shoulder, and drew his pistol. He could hear gunfire coming from the Reichstag building, and decided to head there.

By the time he reached what remained of the imposing structure, the sun had set completely, and the only source of light Robbie had was the angled torch attached to his shoulder strap. He could see a flickering light in a window, behind a hastily constructed wooden barricade. So there were survivors here after all. He hammered once on the barricade with his left hand, keeping his Colt in his right in case something went wrong. 10:57, March 20, 2010 (UTC)

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"Hey, did your hear the sounds of boards and barricades being put in?" Vasili said to Riley, the next morning.

"Yes, it's coming from the Reichstag," Riley answered.

"I think it's time to get up and check for survivors."

"I couldn't agree more." Stanton said as he loaded a clip into his Garand. "Let's check it out," he then muttered.

"Whoa!" Vasili said. "Who is this British person doing here? He nearly scared shit out of me!" Vasili yelled.

" 'ello! My name's Robert Cooper! I'm British! I'm not a zombie or anything," the voice said.

"Alright, Cooper. You got any weapons?" Stanton inquired.

"Yeah, an M1911 from a dead US Ranger I found, and a Scoped Enfield," Cooper stuttered.

"Fine, that'll do, we're setting off to the Reichstag to look for any survi-"

"Targets! Left side! Left side!" Riley shouted as he opened fire with his Bren.

"Shit!" Stanton said, picking up his M1 Garand. He then spun to a window and took aim on one's head. He then opened fire, and the Zombie's head exploded.

"That's it! Take their heads off, it'll kill 'em easier!" Vasili commented, spraying his PPSh-41 at the zombies.

"I'm low on ammo!" Wilding said as he fired his Kar98K hopelessly at the zombies.

"Keep firing!" Stanton said as he was clicking off rounds from his rifle.

"Shit! Nazi friend is right! I'm running low on vodka-er- I mean ammo!" Vasili said as he fired precious rounds off of his PPSh.

Stanton then fired a Garand clip into a zombie. Then, there was dead silence. It was so silent, you could listen to a pin dropping.

"Thats it?" Allen said from the back of the room. "That was good too, because I've only got 2 mags left for my springfield. Is there an armory in the Reichstag, Vasili?" Allen added.

"Um yes, they have captured American, Russian, and British Weapons, all have spare ammo. I remember seeing it," Vasili said.

Stanton just looked at Vasili, amazed at how the Germans could procure such captured Allied weapons. "Where is it?" Stanton then asked.

"Um, it's in the basement of the Reichstag, no doubt that there will be survivors there," he then retorted.

"Alright then, let's go over to the Reichstag. We'll look for survivors there," Stanton stuttered.

Braden 0.0 16:14, March 20, 2010 (UTC)

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As Cooper, Wilding, and Riley scouted the area ahead, Riley checked his Webley and found only one bullet left. "Just my fucking luck!".

As Vasili, Allan, and Stanton killed some zombies in the area, Allan saw a woman shooting at the zombies in her crashed jeep.

"I know her!" Allan said in suprise.

"Who is she?" Stanton asked.

"She treated me when I was back in New Jersey before the war... her name is Erika Callahan. I broke my arm after I fought with this asshole." Allan responded while staring at her.

"Comrade stop fucking dreaming about her! Do you want to save her or what!". Vasili exclaimed as Allan was staring at her.

"Lets rescue this bitch." Stanton said lifting up his M1 Garand and loading it with a clip. Toilet Bowl Soldier 02:13, March 21, 2010 (UTC+8)

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Before she was in this mess, Erika was quite bored on the jeep that was transporting her to what remains of Berlin, the once glorious capital of Germany. She sighed and reminisced about what happened in the previous two years of her life. She was working a fine job at the St. Barnabas hospital in New Jersey before being asked to care for the wounded soldiers out on the battlefield. Though reluctant at first, the 24 year old medical prodigy eventually accepted, and cared for America's finest in both France and Okinawa between 1944 and 1945. She was excited when the war was over, but she didn't go home just yet. Post-war Berlin was in ruins, with numerous citizens without a home or proper care. If she managed to give them good medical care and get them back on their feet, she could go home.

"We're here!" The car came to a stop and Erika stepped out to look at the shattered city. Her military escorts, Jack and Jim, picked up their rifles and smiled.

"I just love what they've done with the place," Jim snickered as Erika gave him a disapproving look.

"People died here," she said. "And more will die if we don't do anything, so move your lazy butts and help me with this stuff."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever Miss Priss," Jack snickered as he took a backpack filled with medical supplies and handed it to her.

"Idiots," Erika muttered under her breath as she took the backpack from him. "Could you get that crate for me?"

Just as Jim was about to pick up the crate, an ominous moaning sound echoed throughout the city. The men pointed their rifles around the city with slightly terrified expressions on their faces. "What the hell was that?" wondered Jim, waving his M1 Garand around, trying to see the unknown source of the sound.

"It's just the sick!" Erika declared. "And they need my help!" She began to run towards the moaning as Jim ran after her.

"Wait!" he exclaimed. "Come back!"

"What about me?" yelled Jack as he ran after Jim.

"Look after the car and stay with the driver!" Jim screamed in return.

"Oh come on..." Jack wanted to see some action. Yet little did he know that the action was staring at him with its yellow eyes, ready to attack.

"Erika!" Jim grew tired as he finally caught up with her. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Trying to help the sick!" she answered, yet it was Jim's turn to give her a disapproving look.

"You could've been ambushed or something!" he yelled, and as Erika tried to answer, Jim reached into his holster and took out a .357 Magnum Revolver. "At least take this."

Erika hesitated before taking it. "Come on," she said, and they began running towards the source of the noise.

They eventually saw a young women crying in the corner, a nasty cut on her back. Erika gasped, took a first aid kit out of her backpack, and started moving towards the lady. "It's okay..." she cooed while moving towards her.

Suddenly, the young lady turned around and glared at her with her yellow eyes, which scared Erika and caused her to fall down on the ground. The lady growled and started running towards Erika, but before she could reach her, a shot rang out, and the women's head exploded. Jim stared in horror, his rifle still smoking.

"What the hell!?" Erika got up and started yelling at Jim. "What the hell was that!? You just killed an innocent person!"

"What!?" Jim yelled back at her. "Did you see her eyes! She wasn't innocent! I just saved your life..." Before he could finish, numerous screams and moans went off in the distance. "Time to go!" Jim said as he ran back towards the Jeep, with Erika following close behind.

They eventually lost their way as the noises got closer. Suddenly, a large figure leaped out and landed on top of Jim, his rifle knocked out of his hand. Unable to reach his rifle, Jim looked up and to his horror he recognized his assailant. "Jack!?" he screamed in disbelief as more zombies entered the fray. In a matter of seconds, Jim was dead, and the zombies turned their heads to face their next victim: Erika, as she desperately tried to find the gun she had earlier. She ran, and they gave chase. She finally found her gun and shot at the zombies. She had never really fired a gun, and her inexperience caused her to hit only a single zombie in the leg, turning it into a crawler. She eventually lost the zombies and breathed a sigh of relief.

After an hour of walking, she found her jeep again, yet it was quite damage as it lay against a wall, as if the driver tried to escape, yet lost his control, and...crashed. She stared at the jeep and noticed that the driver was gone, with a blood trail beginning in his seat, as if he was dragged out. She checked her gun and noticed that there were only three rounds left. It all seemed to be over ... before she was attacked by another one. She shot at it with what remained in her gun before being tackled. Pinned to the ground, she dropped her gun as the zombie prepared to deal the killing blow. She closed her eyes as her life flashed before her. She was sure she was done for. Suddenly, several loud shots rang out as the zombie fell down on top of her, the blood from its head and chest spilling on top of her. She threw the zombie off of her and she was helped up by a strange Russian man who stank of vodka. As she got up, she reached for her revolver, but immediately discarded it, as it was out of ammo. She then noticed her savior's companions, which included a German, a Brit, and two Americans (one of which looked quite familiar...), with the Reichstag in the background behind them.

"Who..." she stuttered as she stared at the soldiers. "Who...Who are you?"

Random Man 0213 18:29, March 20, 2010 (UTC)

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Lieutenant Cole heard the shots ring out. He bolted from his seat and readied his German Sturmgewehr 44 assault rifle. He chambered a round and looked for the source. He found four people in front of the Reichstag, weapons smoking. He also noticed a woman who was on the ground. Either they were mindless freaks or actual people. He squinted to get a better view, but the damn haze obscured his vision. He took a chance.

"Thunder!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. If they were zombies, he was fucked. If they were living people, he was saved, finally.

The four heads turned around.

"Oh shit," he muttered and prepared to fire.

Shadowwnet123 23:55, March 20, 2010 (UTC)

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Herzog knew very good English and demonstrated it when he heard the gunshots ring out. "Holy shit!" he screamed.

He picked up his sidearm; the only thing he had when he encountered his first zombies. At first, he was freaked out, seeing his own comrades chase after him. It was a sobering sight, but he knew that they weren't there to say hi. He had killed his assailants and checked his ammo. He had two clips of pistol rounds left, excluding the new one in his pistol. That made a count of 24 rounds total and he was certain it'd take more than one shot to kill these freakbags.

Herzog was hiding in a small fortress he made in one of the ruined buildings outside the Reichstag. He didn't care about the Fuhrer or that kind of shit he had tried to be brainwashed with. He was a normal soldier in the German military, fighting for his country, not some crazy-ass leader. Deciding against his better conscience, he left his fort with all his belongings, and headed towards the source of the gunshots. As far as he was concerned, the things that tried to atatck him hadn't held weapons or fired them, so it was a safe assumption that there were other survivors as well.

He headed outside. Everything was deathly quiet but he heard sounds of voices that seemed a lot like English. He walked closer to the sound, keeping an eye out for more of the zombies.

He put his back to the wall. The voices were as loud as if he was standing beside them. He dared a peek and saw four soldiers, a British soldier, two Yanks, and one of his own comrades, helping a woman up (also American he assumed.)

He holstered his pistol and calmly walked towards them, hoping he wouldn't get shot to death.

Shadowwnet123 23:55, March 20, 2010 (UTC)

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"Thunder!" Allan said as he saw another kraut walking towards them.

"I'm friendly, I've got no cruel intentions," the German soldier replied.

"You still should'a said Flash in response or I'd have shot ya. What's ya name, sonny boy?" Allan said.

"I'm Unteroffizer Heinrich Herzog," Heinrich replied.

"Good, do you have any weapons?" Stanton asked Herzog as he approached.

"Yes, only a Walther P-38," said the German. "And by the way, who is that other German with you? Please?" he added on.

"He's Wilding. We found him," Riley said, cocking his Webley revolver.

"On to the Reichstag, lads!" Cooper added on as he continued forward.

30 minutes later...

Stanton was walking in the hallway of the Reichstag, where he dare say found a small opening into a room. "Hey, guys! Look what I've- whoooaA!!" Stanton screamed as he tripped and wound up falling head over heals repeatedly, until he landed flat on his legs. He then was shocked to see a figure there. "AH SHIT!!" he said, raising his Garand.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! I'm American!" The man said before Stanton squeezed the trigger. "My name's Eugene Vicks, 101st Airborne, who're you?"

"James Stanton, 82nd Airborne." Stanton calmed down.

"Alright, hey, do you have anyone with you?" Vicks asked.

"Yeah, I do, Hey, guys, you there?" Stanton shouted.

"Yes! Are you alright lad?" Cooper's voice echoed from above.

"Yeah, and my bet was right! Theres an American Officer down here! Survivors!" Stanton yelled up the hole.

"Bloody good job mate! Whats his name?" Riley then asked.

"Eugene Vicks, of the 101st!" Stanton replied.

"Alright, we're comin' down!" Allen boomed as one by one, Riley, Cooper, Erika, Allen, Wilding, Herzog, and Vasili slid down the tunnel and wound up at the feet of Michael and Eugene.

Braden 0.0 19:21, March 20, 2010 (UTC)

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Half an hour later, the soldiers were happily loading their weapons at the well-supplied armory of the Reichstag.

"I like this," said Allan as he was loading his Springfield rifle. "I really like this."

"Don't get too comfortable," Stanton said in return. "It's not over yet. I mean, we can't stay here forever."

"Why not?" Riley responded as he loaded his Webley revolver.

"Well, what are we going to do about food?" Stanton's stomach growled as he said this.

"Wait." Erika reached into her backpack and took out some food that was meant for the sick. Stanton reached for an orange and began to peel it when some of the citric acid got onto his wounds. He squealed in pain as Erika reached into her backpack again and took out her first aid kit.

She began dressing his wound, to which Allan said "What don't you have in that pack of yours?"

"A gun I guess," Erika responded, to which Eugene reached for and handed her an MP-40.

"Here," he said, to which Erika responded:

"But I don't really know how to use guns. I really can't aim."

"That's an MP-40," replied Eugene. "You don't need to aim with that baby."

Erika smiled and took the MP-40 gratefully.

"So, you're a nurse, huh?" asked Michael as he was loading his M1 Carbine.

"Yep," answered Erika as she was placing her first-aid kit back into her backpack. "I was sent here to take care of the sick."

"Well..." Michael gestured at the zombies outside of the Reichstag. "The motherload!"

"Guys!" Everybody stared at Stanton, who was still munching his orange. "You still haven't answered my question!"

"He's right," replied Michael. "We really can't stay here. With our limited resources, I estimate that we can only stay here for two more nights. We need some help."

"Well, what do you propose, mate?" asked Riley. "I'm open to suggestions!"

"Wait." Eugene turned towards Allan. "You got a map?"

"Yeah, but why..." Before Allan could finish, Eugene had already found and taken the map and was currently scanning it.

"This is not the time to be familiar with the geography of Germany..." Erika began, but before she could finish, Eugene turned towards them and said "I found it."

"What?" Everybody looked over his shoulder as he pointed at a red "X" on the map.

"There is a large American camp around 3 miles from the city..." he explained. "They probably have a tank or a jeep or something that we can use to escape!"

"And what if they don't?" Riley was suspicious.

"Well, they probably still have enough supplies and firepower to help us survive!" Eugene was getting excited. "Or maybe a radio! Either way, we win!"

"Ummmm..." Erika was clearly worried. "You kind of forgot something..."

"What?" Eugene was clearly puzzled.

"Well, you forgot about the... ZOMBIES!" Erika became more worried every minute. "They'll rip us to shreds! We won't make it 3 feet out of this building!"

"That's what you think!" He smiled. "I'm sure that we're all smart, skilled, and strong enough to get out of here alive!"

"Yeah right," muttered Riley under his breath.

"Come on, guys," pleaded Eugene as he picked up his M1 Garand. "We need to do this! Are you with me?"

Random Man 0213 19:59, March 20, 2010 (UTC)

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"Amerikaner! Amerikaner!" Wilding by this time had picked up an M1 Carbine and was trying to snipe with it. "Donner! Reagieren Sie, oder ich schieße!"

Wilding was alone, seperated from the rest of the survivors somehow and yelled the sentence at a building, hearing gunshots coming from it.

(OOC: I have no idea where I was, so I seperated myself. I hope none of you mind.)

Cpl. Wilding 20:43, March 20, 2010 (UTC)

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No one audibly answered Eugene's proposal of trying to escape the situation and get help. He felt that it was something that would be needed to be done if anyone wanted to live, and he was fully willing to leave everyone else and go lone wolf if no one else had the courage to go with him.

"We can't stay here forever." Eugene reminded the group with honest eyes. "There's maybe a dozen of us against possibly all of Berlin."

"How do you think we will make it through, though?" Erika inquired. "Here, only a few of the zombies ever find us."

Eugene waved his finger and responded. "Yes, but that may not be the case for much longer. We will run out of food and ammo very quickly, and the full force of the zombies might find out where we are and call their buddies to attack us en masse."

"And what do you have to prove that they can communicate?"

He took a pause, then answered. "Nothing—I have no evidence to prove or even imply that it may be the case, but if we underestimate our enemy our own downfall will be ensured."

No one in the group looked faithful enough to want to go with the idea, no matter how strong that premise may be, and he realized how pointless it would be to continue to try to usher them to come along.

Vicks held up his hands and then dropped them to his sides, fed up of waiting and filled with anxiety to actually leave. "Well," he began as he slowly walked away from the group, "whoever is coming with me can just follow me." He turned his back to the rest of the group and started walking at a normal pace. "I am out of here, I am going to get help, and I am going to come back for you guys if I have the time."

Private Doherty looked around to catch the expressions of the others in the group and then tried to catch up with Vicks.

Down a hall, far enough away from the others that they could not be seen, Eugene noticed that he was being followed and stopped.

"Eugene, if you're going to go out there on your own, I'll want to help you."

He smiled. "I'm glad you feel that way, Adam."

The two continued farther in the direction that they thought led back to the opening that Eugene originally came through came through until they found the doors and stopped.

Vicks inhaled to speak, giving the impression that he was going to give some sort of small speech. "Adam,"

"Yeah?"

"You don't have a weapon, do you?" Speeches really weren't his thing to give.

Doherty felt around for something he might have had on him that could be used as a weapon. "No, no I do not."

Sergeant Vicks gripped the door, getting ready to open it. "Do you have your shovel?"

Doherty reached to his back and felt it. "Yes I do."

"Good. That will do."

The door was opened and shut once again when they got outside. 23:38, March 22, 2010 (UTC)

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The men just walked by Cole's position. They must have thought it was a random noise or something. Cole let out his breath silently as the men added another German soldier into their ranks. They bypassed his barricade and were talking to one another about an armory. Cole waited until their voices faded out and exited his fortress. He proceeded to follow them quietly to resupply on his STG.44 rifle; he only had four clips left.

Herzog was grateful that the Yanks didn't shoot him dead. In the armory, he jumped for joy when he picked up an MG42 machine gun. He stuffed as much ammo he could into his pack and loaded a 100-round drum magazine into the machine gun. He smiled and gave a thumbs-up to Wilding. He felt at home. He inserted more pistol magazines into his pack..

"You a gunner, Herzog?" Allan asked him.

"I was in Normandy before our lines were broken through. Now that I think about how many lives I've taken with this weapon," Herzog patted the MG42,"I feel very sorry now. I was just doing my job or risk getting shot by my officers."

"Really now?"

"I will help all of us escape this hell. I want to go to America and live there." Herzog chambered a round into the machine gun. He saw how devastating this weapon was to humans; it would be even deadlier against the undead hordes.

"We'll see. Let's focus on getting out of here first."

Shadowwnet123 23:55, March 20, 2010 (UTC)

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(Whoever can edit my numberings, I am more than thankful. I appreciate it a lot)

Cole had entered the armory a few minutes after the others had left. He took the time to find weapons and ammo; he discarded the STG.44- it was too heavy if he was going to keep moving. He saw numerous German weapons: MP40s, Kar98ks, Gewehr 43s, more STG.44s, two MG42 machine guns, and a few FG42s. He picked up an FG42, tested its weight. Nodding in satisfaction, he picked up more ammo for the weapon, and picked up an extra pistol. It was just like the movies; warriors going head to head with foes wielding only two pistols and somehow not dying.

He proceeded to follow the others quietly. This "stalking" reminded him of the time when he and his friends had spied on a couple og young girls when they were only 9. If the girls heard them, the guys would laugh and run away, only to come back to spy some more. As they were hiding, they would discuss who gets which girl and what they would do with them. Cole was rather disgusted with the way nine-year old boys were talking about getting laid, but he enjoyed the fun they had. Since the war broke out, they all signed up to fight in Europe. In 1943, Cole received word that, Bryant, Enders, and Lowe, had been killed in action while fighting in Italy. Cole also heard that his closest friend, Nicholas Johnson, had been killed at Juno Beach a year later.

Cole refocused. He had a mission to do and he was determined to complete it for the sake of his long lost friends. He cocked the FG42, and headed down the tunnel he had seen the others fall through, hoping he wouldn't get shot.

Shadowwnet123 23:55, March 20, 2010 (UTC)

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"Yep, I'm doomed...doomed doomed doomed." Hastings paced the room as he did everyday.

Hastings had been captured by Germans in the war, and was put in a holding cell. He knew that there was a long tunnel in front of him, but in the darkness, he was clueless as to that sound he had heard.

"If your a zombie, Im gonna blow your bloody brains out!"

Hastings only knew about the zombies because one clawed at his cell a few hours ago. The Germans have long since deserted the complex, a makeshift shelter during the war. He had only a few days of food left. His cell was locked, but he had the key in case he wanted to leave. Hastings had been gathering food and sheltering in the bombproof prison. He did not want to get caught outside.

"Okay, If you even touch my cell, you are gonna be missing appendages!!!"

Hastings had no weapon. He had a piece of pipe in the room, and a candle. The pipe was rusted over by now, and he thought the sharp edge would give him tetanus. He picked up the lit candle.

"So long, zombie..."

Hastings slowly opened the cell and began walking down the tunnel. He ate a piece of moldy bread, the best he had. He swallowed hard and turned the corner... A locked door.

"Oh, the bloody door is locked too, eh? I don't remember that..."

He shoved on the door till it clicked.

Hastings slowly walked out into heavy rain. He notices that the roof above his head has caved and broke. As the Sergeant walked forward, he found what he has been looking for.

"And the pop found a gun!"

It was a very wet and oily SVT-40, with a flash hider attached. In this kind of lightning, the zombies wouldn't notice a flash to begin with. He found but 1 clip inside, with 7 rounds left. He snarled at it and decided it to be the best he had at this time.

Just then, he heard a sound from the street.

He opened the front gate and found a man lying in the corner.

"What in the name of the Lord!?" "Are you alive?"

"Yeah...the name's John..."

"Last name?" Replied Hastings.

"Like it matters. Heinz."

Hastings quickly asked "What the bloody 'ell happened to you? Is there a zombie here?"

"Not now" replied John. "I wish I could use this thing..." He motioned to Hastings' rifle.

Just as that happened, a zombie crawled out of a manhole and ran at the men.

"Aw shit!" said John. "Quick, shoot it or something!"

Hastings shot two bullets straight into its skull at which the zombie slowed down and fell.

"Okay, sewers definitely have zombies." Exclaimed Hastings.

Heinz replied "Ok, I know a way to the Reichstag. Unsure of whether or not its infested."

"Let's move."

They headed down the street.

"We gotta get some guns, and maybe first aid for that arm of your." said Hastings.

"But sir, I dont know crap about guns. All I got is this." replied Heinz

Hastings was unsure of what to say upon seeing the vials, but he looked closer at it to see the green plasma swishing around inside. Curious as he is, he grabbed it, broke the top off by accident, and saw it spill a drop on the headless zombie. The creature was reanimated in a lighter skin tone and got up slowly. It immediately fell back down and started to sizzle. The remains effectively melted down and poured into the manhole.

Upon seeing this sight, Nigel Hastings screamed in amazement.

"What the hell did you put in the darn thing, mate?"

Heinz replied: "That was an antidote...I thought."

"And when do antidotes reanimate headless zombies?"

'I will admit, it is an amazing potion. Now help me fix that vial."

"Yeah yeah Heinz, the wack juice just killed a zombie-human. Wonderful. And to think the bloody Kraut knows what to do."

"Watch your tone, Brit. I ran the prison you shit in."

The two smirked at each other and continued down the street until they came across a large mansion.

"Now thats a flat, eh Heinz?"

"Wunderbar. I say you go first."

Hastings opened the door.

He was not prepared for what he saw.

 Omega 8o8  05:44, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

Re-edit  Omega 8o8  08:46, March 22, 2010 (UTC)

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Pre-Zombie

October 10, 1945

Dear Mom and Dad,

It is been a long time since we come here to Germany, can you believe the war is over? I think that Berlin must have been very nice before the Reds bombed it out last year. I have met a lot of nice people, even German soldiers! Them Gastopo folks are nasty, and we taked them away and they is on trial soon, they is bad people.

The German sergeant that my squad is working with is real nice, we share a lot of food with him, and we live in his house, his wife reminds me of you mom. And he is a lot like you pa, after our shifts on patrol, a lot of times our squads will go out to the country and site-see, and we have even tried target shooting. It turns out that the German rifles are really good weapons, I will bring one home with me I hope. I have one with a scope, it is from the Great War, a relic, I also have one of those old German pistols, a Walter they call them. Tomorrow we are on patrol in one of the suburban areas that was not devastated as badly,I will try to get pictures to send home in my next letter!

Love, Sam

Beginning of zombie outbreak

"Hey Johnny, how's the traffic 'ere today?"

"Gu'n gud Sam, less krauts bin cumin' by tuday."

"A'ight, thanks Johnny boi."

As Private Samuel Smith replaced his friend, Private Jonathan McEntire on duty at a traffic check-point in south Berlin, a German staff car with Luftwaffe insignias pulled up.

"You G.I.s help me! Die scheusels sind dicht hinter!"

"Gee Johnny what's that mean? he sounds worried."

A passenger in the staff care, a young German sergeant, spoke up.

"Please help us! There are horrible monsters coming after us!"

"Com on in bois and explain tuh us!"

They left the car and walked to Johnny and Sam.

"There are these monsters, horrible zombie things! Please help us, we tried to stop them but, oh god they killed my broth..."

There was an explosion, the staff car had been hit by a burst of gun-fire and the gas-tank exploded.

several hours later

"Wh... where am I?"

Sam saw bright lights and a masked woman standing over him. The young nurse spoke with a Scottish accent.

"Yer in a hospital lad. Some nasty explosion out at the check-point, you were luckier than the other two! Some freak thing where that Kraut car blew up in yer faces."

"Johnny... tell me Johnny's okay..."

"I'm sorry lad, Private Jonathan McEntire died before we could get him help..."

He looked at her solemnly.

"Oh... Was anyone else injured?"

"Only you two and the young German sergeant laddy."

At least I'm alive... I can't believe Johnny's gone. Wait...

"There wasn't a German officer with us?"

"No."

Whether he knew it or not Samuel Smith had just experienced something that would become increasingly frequent in the coming year. But for now, he went on with business as usual, mailing letters, living life as a G.I....

 "Master Kenobi Good editing. 01:20, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

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Journal of C.Long, British 6th Airborne...

''Third day alone. I'm running out of supplies. Tying to use my knife to conserve Sten ammo. Just escaped a zombie. Didn't get me because the Bowie Knife deprived him of his arm privileges. I heard the survivors were just a day's walk ahead... I feel sorry for those Marines back there. Poor guys. Wait... I see survivors! Over there!''

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"Poor blokes," Riley said as he watched the two leave. "They'll be dead by tomorrow!"

"Have faith!" Erika responded, though her face betrayed her worry. "They could survive..."

"Face it, lady!" said Vasili. "They are going to die!"

"Well, I have to admit that they are the bravest son-of-a-bitches that I have ever seen..." Before Riley could finish, Stanton held up his hand. "Wait..."

"What is it?" Herzog asked. Everybody was visually frightened at this gesture.

"I think I hear something..." Although nobody else knew what he was talking about, Stanton heard what sounded like footsteps and scratching. This could not be good.

"I don't hear anything..." said Riley, yet that didn't stop Stanton. Everybody looked surprised when Stanton got up, grabbed his rifle, and started to move towards the exit.

"You four." Stanton pointed at Cooper, Vasili, Michael, and Herzog. "Go upstairs and scout out the area! And you three..." Stanton turned and pointed at Erika, Allan, and Riley. "You three will help me patrol the ground floor!"

"What the hell..." Riley got up and glared menacingly at Stanton. "Who the hell made you leader of this bloody group!"

Stanton held his ground. "Look," he started. "There's something in this building and I don't like it. Unless we do something now, we... we are going to die!" Stanton gazed at the rest of the room and said, "Let's go!"

Riley glared at the rest of the group, as if challenging them to follow. Yet one by one, each person grabbed their weapon and continued after him. "Hey," explained Vasili as he passed by Riley. "It's better that we find him before he finds us! Am I right, comrade?" Riley pondered for a moment, and after a few seconds he angrily grabbed his Bren LMG and stormed after the others.

"I still think this is a load of bollocks..." Before Riley could finish, Stanton suddenly stopped cold in his tracks.

"Wait, stop!" he said; the other three froze.

"What's wrong?" asked Erika, confused and concerned at the same time.

"You guys hear something? It's coming from behind," explained Stanton, his eyes betraying his fright.

"You're really creeping me out. Let's keep moving," stated Allan, and the four continued walking...

Random Man 0213 02:24, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

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Cole felt very much alone. He had been too used to teamwork, but now that he was a sole warrior, he would have to rethink all of his strategies. He gripped his FG42 like a vice grip and stopped abruptly. He thought he heard a sound; he turned around and shouldered his weapon. He felt a chill go up his spine but he decided to keep following the others. He was starting to get hungry, but food wasn't really something that was surplus in the ruins of the Reichstag. He slid down the tunnel and landed on his feet. He took a second to recover from the impact. He followed the fading voices and didn't care much for his footsteps right then. He reached a wall and peeked around the corner and saw the shadows of a woman and three soldiers. That's strange; he swroe there were five last time.

He heard the voices loudly and clearly now. He saw the shadows stop; Cole held his breath.

"Wait, stop!" a rough voice said. The voice echoed: 'Stop...stop...stop..stop..."

"What's wrong?" said the woman.

"You guys hear something? It's coming from behind," the same gruff voice said.

"You're really creeping me out. Let's keep moving," said another voice.

Cole exhaled quietly. He continued to follow.

Shadowwnet123 01:20, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

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C.Long saw that the survivors were only a crowd of zombies. When they noticed him, he waited for the first one to run at him. Beheading him with the Bowie, he proceeded to fire bursts of Sten ammo at the other 3. With ammo not exactly in surplus, he decided not to try that stunt again. But still 400 rounds left. He turned around... "BARK!!RRRR...RRRBARK!"

"Hounds!" The demonic dogs that were associated with the zombies had appeared. Employing the Sten, he took out 16 rounds on it, and used the bayonet to kill it. But as he turned around, a rifle butt hit him in the back of the head, knocking him out cold.

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''Jack Venator Stugenbower stood over a tower of zombies, all recently re-killed by himself. He listened, he did not speak to himself or yell for help, he only listened silently. He heard what might have been dogs, some gun fire, and more zombie moaning. He decided to start climbing a building, he had grown up a climber and would die a climber, and get a better view. He put his T20 Rifle on his back, next to his trenchgun, after putting a fresh magazine in. Once to the top he could see a lot of the city, he located where the gunfire was coming from and after a few minutes of judgement he decided to investigate hoping to find survivors. Using the tops of the buildings he would hopefully avoid most zombies. Hopefully...'' Sith-venator Wavingstrider  ( Commlink ) 00:46, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

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Snowa emptied a few Kar98 rounds into three zombies. "Eat it!" He shouted, laughing.

"SAAAAAAAAAM!"

"Oh god!" He panicked and threw a grenade. A Hellhound pounced at Snowa, but he splattered the dog everywhere. He was down to 2 mags on his Kar98 and had a worn Knife. "I have to find someone. Quickly." Perhaps Snowa had finally met his match, he thought to himself as he ran toward what sounded like gunfire. --CaptainNate

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Snowa ran for his life as five zombies and two Hellhounds chased him down. Snowa cooked a grenade for 2 seconds and dropped it behind him, killing all but a Hellhound. The Dog pounced at him but didn't get far.

"Get off you mutt!" A gunshot is heard and the dog fell down. Snowa looked over and sees a Rook stumbling toward him. "Name and Rank." Snowa shouts.

"Private First Class Tucker, I just got here and I-"

"Alright that's enough, I am now your commander, let's go." Snowa utters.

"Okay, sir." The two walk toward the gunfire and flames. --CaptainNate

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The Duo continued toward the gunfire. They saw four soldiers holding off zombies. "Hey are those survivors?" One soldier shouted.

"I think so, hey!" One replied. "Yeah! We're not zombies!"

They ran toward them. "Get in the house over there." He pointed toward a boarded up house down the street, or what ever it now is. They ran into the house with the other three behind them. They locked the door. The two stared at the strangers who look terrified, one can imagine. --CaptainNate

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"Let us introduce ourselves, I am Captain Marshall, this is Victor, and this is Debet. There, who are you?"

Snowa grinned. "Well smartass I am Sergeant Snowa and this is, um."

Tucker frowned. "Private Tucker, sir!"

"FNG I see, well do either of you know how to fight?" Marshall asked.

"Yes."

"No."

Everyone looked at Tucker. Marshall tossed him a Thompson. "Well we're gonna teach you how to, but not now. We have a tank on the way to pick us up."

Tucker lashed out. "A damn tank, thats the best bloody help we're getting?"

"It's better than nothing!"

Tucker sits down and reloads.

"Whats the plan?" Snowa asked.

"There's a group of survivors not far from here that we have trouble contacting, I think they have help on the way."

Snowa stops breathing for two seconds. "So we're going over there?"

"Yes, let's go." --CaptainNate

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First Sergeant James "Smiles" Simmons was desperate. He was holed up in a third floor apartment, using furniture to create sandbag bunker on which he had mounted his .30 cal, with his pistols, a Colt and a Nambu (sent to him by a friend in the Marine Raiders), laid on the floor beside him. At 8:00am that morning, he had left his barracks, mainly to buy some souvenirs. When he stepped onto the street, he was immediately suspicious of the lack of people on the street. Minutes later, he was attacked by zombies. Luckily, he was driven back to his barracks, where he found a M1919, and a .45, which he used to fight his way out, taking all the rations he could get. Now, he was running out of MG ammo, and now at 2:00am he was starting to feel tired, suddenly, he heard thumping footsteps on the stairs, and braced himself. There were thumps on the door, suddenly, the barricade he built broke, and the door burst open. He opened fire, and mowed down the 5 zombies that single-filed into the room. "These things aren't to smart." He thought to himself. He waited thirty seconds, then went and built up his barricade again, trying to make it stronger. Lieutenant J.J 05:46, March 23, 2010 (UTC)Lieutenant J.J

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Where Vicks had dodged a zombie at the beginning of the whole episode when going to the top of the Reichstag that first time, there was a pool of dried blood but no corpse.

"This is going to be a long trip."

The two paratroopers continued across the concrete courtyard of stairs that separated the Reichstag from its nearest street without a problem nor hostile sight.

"Uh, Eugene," Adam quietly began, whether or not the zombies would be sound-sensitive, "do you have a plan for how we make it to that base?"

The squad leader shoulded his Garand as a precaution and continued his steady and fast walking pace back down Albriem street, but did not answer for a while.

"Do you have a plan?" Adam repeated as he easily kept up with his comrade.

Eugene's face went blank for a second and he looked back to Doherty. "Michael still has my .45, doesn't he?"

Adam wasn't sure.

The two passed the first zombie killed and entered Wolfgung's coffee shop, undisturbed since Eugene left it over a day earlier.

Eugene jumped back over the bar counter and started rummaging through the alcoholic bottled drinks that lined the wall.

Adam pulled the cloth off his shovel, held it and thought about the most effective way of using it as a weapon. Blunt or sharp?

"But to answer your inquiry," Vicks spoke in an educated fashion as he finished looking over the drinks, "I do have a plan indeed."

"Then explain it to me, would you?" Doherty requested from the doorway.

He turned around from the wall and then resumed rummaging, but in the cabinets that were on the opposide side of the counter from Doherty. "The whiskies and crap on the wall are all either just display of nice brands or nearly empty."

"And you're looking through their drawers, why?"

"To see if they have anymore." Eugene stopped, pulled something from the back of one drawers and stood up, holding a lighter high in his left hand.

Adam was confused and didn't completely follow Eugene's idea of a plan. "What is that f--"

"This--" Eugene propelled himself back over the counter "--is a lighter."

"Yes, I know that, but is that what you came in here for?"

Eugene walked over to him, ushered him out the door and they continued their pace down the street. "We went in there to try to make some Molotov cocktails—you know, those things the Russians used in Stalingrad—, but there weren't any boozes we could use."

Adam started to catch on what little Eugene was explaining. "So the taking of the lighter was just you cutting your losses?"

"Pretty much."

A series of gunshots went off and the two stopped and both instinctively looked back at the Reichstag.

Vicks grabbed Doherty and tugged on him to get his attention. "Private, that's why we left. Doing nothing is the worst defense." He resumed his pace. "Let's go."

"Where are we off to now?"

"My apartment. It's just down the street, it's right on our path to that base, and we are getting you a rifle." 07:29, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

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"Ok, why is there no walls on this side?"

"Well Nigel, it looks like it was overrun by zombies."

"Yeah yeah, and I suppose the zombies just splattered their on blood on the walls, Kraut?

"Ah screw you. Look, just grab that gun over there and kick some ass."

"I see Mr. Heinz here has picked up some english?"

"Just keep moving. Theres an apartment complex over there."

The teo enter into the apartment complex and head up the stairs. Hastings identifies the gun he picks up as being a BAR. They head up the stairs when they hear the sound of zombies. They carefully head up the next flight.

"Sign Phoenix?"

"What? I don't know the countersign!"

Hastings hears a voice respond to him, so he heads up the stairs as fast as he could. Heinz screams in pain as he gets left behind. Hastings doesn't even notice. All he could focus on is getting upstairs to that voice.

Heinz makes a final breath as he grabs a vial from his coat and smashes it over the head of the zombie attacker. The glass shatters and the ooze rolls down the stairs and leeches into all the zombies following him. As he lay on the stairs dying, he wraps his other vial in a piece of his coat and puts it on the railing. As the zombies melt down and drip out the broken walls, Heinz makes one final scream for help. Hastings is too busy upstairs in a standoff to hear him...

 Omega 8o8  08:25, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

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Andrei was sitting, staring at the photo of Ivan he had from before the war. It had been quiet all week. Not a sound. There was usually some drunk American bragging to his buddies about how many Germans he killed on the sidewalk, or a Russian drunk in the street dodging cars. He'd heard a few bullets go off but he lived close to the Reichstag so he though that was probably some kids down there found a German gun and fired it off like idiots. But other than that it was silent As he walked to the window he heard a scream. A mans scream. The type you hear when you know somethings wrong. Because it was grown man and it sounded like he feared for his life. He grabbed his Tokarev and thought about his SVT. It was upstairs and fully loaded so he figured he might as well go grab it. He walked to the master bedroom and grabbed his rifle. On his way down he also grabbed his machete. It was given to him by Ivan, his best friend whom died in the war, and he took it everywhere. He started outside when he spotted a man in a SS uniform leaning over and looking confused. Andrei hated Germans, so he brought his rifle around and yelled "What the fuck you doing!? You surrendered! Remember? You fucking Nazi bastard." As he walked to the man mumbling to himself. The man looked up into a dead stare at Andrei. The two stopped cold in there tracks as they both stood there, starring each other down. There was something about the man that was different. His eyes had a yellow-red tint to them. He shouldered his rifle and fired 3 rounds into the mans chest. The man bounced from the bullets and looked back at Andrei as he fell to the ground. Andrei walked over and checked the mans pulse. Gone. He started back to where he thought he heard the scream when he heard a moan from behind. Andrei turned around to the same man, with three hole in his chest. He was dead! He checked his pulse, and there was none. But now the dead man stand before him! He shouldered his rifle once again and pulled the trigger. The man recoiled as the round penetrated and exited his head. He fell to the street again. Andrei didn't know what the fuck had been going on. But maybe if he got to that scream he could find some answers.

KillerKing17 SoL* 09:12, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

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(OOC: For reference, this is the same apartment building that Omega's characters are in. Once again, I completely lost track of where Wilding is. :V)

IC: Wilding, knowing he was seperated from everybody else, began writing on the walls of the apartment building he was in. On the first floor, he wrote in German, "You must ascend from darkness", on the second floor, he wrote, in German "Tick tock, a knock on the block takes it out", and on the third floor, he wrote, once again in German, "This is Unteroffizier Markus Wilding. I was with the Wehrmacht in Poland and Normandy. I killed countless people with my scoped Kar98k and I had to kill many more yesterday. If you find this, congratulations. My body will not be far away from here. My comrades from before the war are now dead, reanimated by some strange biological mystery. The only way I can see them being killed is with a shot to the head. We must fight together to survive, therefore if you find this and you hear gunshots from an American weapon, that's me."

After writing all of it out, he sets up a sniper's nest on the third floor and aims down at the street with his M1 Carbine, but not before hearing the sounds of screams and gunshots. Wilding rushes down to the second floor, M1 Carbine in hand, shouting the "Thunder" challenge. Cpl. Wilding 13:20, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

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As Andrei stormed the building he saw flashes of gunshots in one story, a strange German holding an M1 on the stairs, and a dying man with melting zombies on the floor and stairs. It was all a little confusing. He shouted "Who are you!? Sind Sie lebend? Sind Sie einer von ihnen?" He points and shoots at one of the zombies from the left wall killing it. He steps to the stairs wondering if it will burn him aswell. The strange German yells "Thundeh!" at him. Andrei just looks and says "Ich bin lebend, habe viele auf dem Weg hier getötet." The German says, "Dont Shoot, ehh German German!" Andrei points his gun to the empty 2nd floor and then looks down at the stairs. "Kann ich auf dies laufen?" Andrei says. Hoping to find some answers to the weird creatures crawling the streets. KillerKing17SoL* 13:54, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

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"Ich weiß nicht, dass… ich so denke, es scheine, nur zu beeinflussen angesteckt. Erhalten Sie diesen Mann weg von hier! Oben!" Markus quickly grabs Heinz and motions for Andrei to do the same. Cpl. Wilding 14:42, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

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"Ist dieser Mann angesteckt? He says. Grabbing Heinz and looking at his hand burning from the open wounds. "I'm no doctor but this man seems to be dying of blood loss. He's also in alot of pain. Where are you heading comrades? I can't imagine there are many places left here." KillerKing17 SoL* 15:05, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

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'Hey, is there anyone up here?' Nigel ran frantically, as he knew the zombies were on this floor. He seemed to have lost the voice. He knew that the voice was American, but since he couldn't hear a response anymore, he assumed the worst and ran back downstairs.

He saw Heinz with two other men.

"Shit, Heinz! What 'appened 'ere? and who is he?"

"Well, I was busy dying while you looked for an imaginary voice."

"What are you talking about, you mental Kraut?"

"You have a problem with Germans?" The mystery man said.

"Your both German? Wait, you can help us! Thank God!

"There was no voice...Im sorry to say that...."

"What! Are you trying to tell me that the bloody voice was all in me own head!"

"Yes....you wanted to hear a response...so you kind of imagined it."

"I'm not a looney!"

"Look, you have been without contact for awhile. Now, could you inject me with this morphine?"

"Yeah..." Hastings injects morphine from his kit into Heinz. He also wrapped up his wounds.

"Well, we gotta go and do something, John. You too, um, didn't catch your name....just follow us."

Nigel heads downstairs with John and the other men behind him. The four are followed closely by zombies. As they get ready to head to the ground floor, Nigel gets an idea.

"John, lets set up a fortification by that break in the wall. We could defend against the zombies from upstairs as well as from down the street. I hate to admit it, mate. I think this may be our last stand."

"Fine, lets do this. Good thing I grabbed this vial, its the last one. We must use it wisely."

The two set up the bipod on Hastings' BAR. Heinz grabs a Walther in a corner of a desk, and motions to the other men.

"Well, Heinz, it's been a pleasure fighting alongside you."

"Same to you, Hastings. I just want you to know that if it all comes doen to it, save yourself and grab my vial."

"Like we won't survive? I am sure we can kill them all."

Just then, there were gunshots coming from the next hallway over. They looked out the window to see rifle shots penetrating zombie skulls.

"Well Heinz, did you see that?"

"Yeah...I'll go check"

There was nothing there. Whatever was going on was too weird. Both of them were hallucinating. Heinz ran back in the room.

"Sie zwei, Block die Türen. Nigel, keep shooting."

 Omega 8o8  17:02, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

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C.Long, British 6th Airborne Marine, was cornered. He needed help, and fast. If the zombie who rifle butted him didn't kill him first, he'd likely bleed out. Grabbing for the Bowie Knife, he slashed out, hitting the zombie's legs. A sick tearing sound followed the cut. He drove his knife into it's back and killed it. He applied a tourniquet to the bloody slash and realized the truth of it. Without field dressings, he was likely a goner in a few hours. He got to his feet and examined the cafe. A few bottles lyed in disarray around him. He knew enough about molotov cocktails to make one or two. He grabbed a bottle, ran to a car outside, and knifed open the gas tank. Pouring in some petrol, he ripped off cloth from a corpse and stuffed it into the top. Long repeated the process for 2 more, making 3 Molotov Cocktails to carry. The Sten still had several more 32 round box magazines, safe in his satchel. 400 rounds, 3 molotovs, and you're all set. C.Long thought. As he turned around, he thought he heard gunshots and screams in the distance. His objective was changing to finding survivors to escaping this nightmare. "IF ANYBODY IS OUT THERE... YOU ARE NOT ALONE!!!" Long yelled. Darn! He thought. If the zombies didn;'t just hear that, they'd have him by nightfall, or he'd bleed out. "Great. If I move, I'm dead. If I stay, I'm dead. If I hide, I'm dead. Yeah, those are great odds."

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The sound grew louder. Soon, Stanton wasn't the only one that could hear it. As they neared the source of the noise, everybody grew tense. "W-W-What was that?" Riley stuttered, swinging his Bren around randomly. A soft scratching noise caused him to yelp. "What was that?"

"There." Stanton pointed at a closed, wooden door; the noises were coming from behind it. "Come on."

Stanton moved closer to the door, but the others stayed where they were. "I said, 'Come on,'" he repeated, yet they still didn't move.

"You know... I don't think this is such a good idea," said Erika, moving away from the door. "Maybe we should go back..."

"I'm with Erika!" Allan ran from the door and hid behind Erika, shaking uncontrollably.

"Come on guys!" said Stanton, attempting to motivate his companions. "We need to do this! Do you want to end up like Vicks and Doherty? If we want to stay here, then we have to make sure that we eradicate every threat in this building! Now, come on!"

Though reluctant, everybody took up a position near the door. "Please no zombies, please no zombies, please no zombies, please no zombies..." whimpered Allan as he gripped his Springfield tightly.

"Now!" Stanton shot the door and kicked it down, expecting to find a zombie. However, he instead found a little mouse, who was apparently the cause for all of the scratching noises they heard earlier.

"Awwww..." Erika reached into her backpack and took out a piece of cheese. She pulled off a small portion and handed it to the creature, watching it as it nibbled it up. "You're so cute..."

"Well?" Riley asked. "You happy now? I was right: there are no bloody zombies here! I tried to tell you..."

"I don't know guys..." Allan stared in fear at the animal. "Maybe it's a... maybe it's a zombie mouse!"

"Oh shut up!" Riley slapped Allan in the back of the head. "We're safe now!"

"I don't know..." Stanton still looked suspicious. "I still have a bad feeling about this. I could've sworn I heard footsteps..."

"Well, that's what the zombie apocalypse does to you..." Riley teased. However, Stanton still didn't feel safe.

"Uh, guys?" Erika asked. "Want to go back? This place is sort of creepy..."

"Yeah..." agreed Riley. "This place is creepy..." He began to walk out of the area, and both Erika and Allan followed him, yet Stanton remained behind. "Something's not right..." he muttered.

"Oh, come on you bloody Yank!" Riley stopped and turned around to face him. "It's just your imagination! We're safe here! In this building, there are no..."

Suddenly, a deomposing hand smashed through the door behind him in an attempt to capture another victim. Everybody shouted and jumped back as more hands smashed through the same door. "ZOMBIES!" shouted Riley as he took aim and fired. Everyone else joined, and the commotion they caused was detected by the second group upstairs.

"What the hell was that?" asked Vasili, yet before anyone could answer, another decomposing hand smashed through the door next to them, and soon, more hands were coming through the doors and windows of the Reichstag.

"Holy Shit!" screamed Herzog, and the four of them tried to escape, yet one of the hands managed to grab Cooper, causing him to drop his rifle.

"Hey, guys!" he yelled, trying to break free from the maniacal hand. "A little help over here!"

Michael turned around to face Cooper's adversaries. "Hold on!" he yelled as he aimed and fired his FG-42.

The arm fell of, and Cooper managed to grab his rifle and flee the area before any of the zombies got inside. As it turns out, Eugene was right; the zombies had discovered the group, and were now invading the Reichstag, which the group once thought was safe.

As the gunshots went off, both Vicks and Doherty stopped and instinctively looked back at the Reichstag. Vicks grabbed Doherty and tugged on him to get his attention. "Private, that's why we left. Doing nothing is the worst defense." He resumed his pace. "Let's go."

Random Man 0213 23:49, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

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"Lalalalala." Daniel walked around executing any surviving zombies with his pistol. "I should get to the Reichstag." "I heard some Americans need some fucking help" "Well, I need help too so the guys at the Reichstag and I are a perfect match!" Daniel slowly walked towards the last squirming zombie. "Cya pal." He shot the zombie in the head and continued walking to what he thought was hell. His ears picked up a noise from the west. It sounded like footsteps. Suddenly, a soldier with a recognizable face, jumped through the window of a store. A zombie was on his tail and was closing in fast.Daniel shot the zombie with his Colt, but the zombie must've been a fresh one, because he wouldn't die. He ran for Daniel, but he was too fast for the zombie and shoved his knife into his head. He threw the zombie back in the store. "Pee wee?" Daniel asked. "SARGE!" "I thought you were dead!" "I thought you were probably one of those fly infested bastards!" "Well, I did think I was dead, but then you saved me!" "I'm very grateful, Sarge." Then they heard moans in the distance. "Come on pee wee, we gotta get to the Reichstag!"

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Debet kicks down the door and blows down a zombie. Marshall blasts the other one in the head and goes to reload. No more ammo, damn he goes back to get it. He walks back in, grabs it, and turns around. A Zombie eats Marshall. Snowa looks back. "Marshall, what the hell are you doing?" He goes back in. "My god." He shoots down the two zombies then returns. "Let's keep moving." They finally arrive and find the survivors eaten. Victor checks a body which lashes out and grabs him. Tucker shoots it. "Thanks." "Don't mention it." Debet finds a radio. He plays it. "This is Corporal Myers, and we have made some contact with the survivors a few blocks away. Boyle, Boyle? What the hell is he-AGH AGH! GET OFF OF ME! OH GOD! AGH!" The radio stops. Debet throws the radio. "Son of a bitch! Why do the zombies ruin everything?" Victor looks up. "How much longer til that Tank gets here?" Debet calms down. "About an hour." Tucker sighs. The zombies scream and attract attention. "Time for a holdout." Debet grins.

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Snowa orders everyone to do at least something to help. "Tucker, use explosives up in the childs room upstairs, Debet, keep firing, Victor, keep an eye out for the tank and shoot zombies on the roof with me." Everyone runs to their stations. Snowa snipes the zombies. One, two, three, four zombies He gets ready for a fifth, but he is killed with a grenade. "Damn it Tucker you stole my kill!" "Sorry sir! I'll concentrate on the right side now!" The fight continues for half an hour. "Ugh, enough zombies?" Victor sighs. A blast kills a pack of zombies. "Tucker I swear to god!" "That wasn't me sir." Victor jumps up. "Its the tank!" Everyone fires into the air and runs at the tank. It stops. Tucker gets on first, then Snowa, Victor, Debet. It drives off.

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The tank keeps driving. "Never thought I'd be escaping a zombie apocalypse on a bloody tank, just where are we going?" Debet asks. "A military outpost somewhere close. There are others." The tank driver responds. Snowa looks at Tucker, who looks tired. "You did a good job kid, saving two soldiers, for a Private thats just great." Tucker looks up. "Thanks Sergeant, thats sounds nice coming from you." Victor attempts to fall asleep, getting used to the engine and gunfire.


 * Afterwards the survivors were to stay at an outpost helping ward off zombies and respond to distress calls. In August all the soldiers, about 20 or so, were sent back to their homes, away from the infection. In October the town was firebombed. This reminds everyone dark things can happen in peaceful places.

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'''Venator moved across the tops of buildings without alerting that many zombies. Any zombies unfortunate enough to run into the Ranger quickly ended up with .30-6 Caliber or 12 Gauge shots in their heads. He looked down from the roof he was on constantly, first he was afraid of heights, second he needed to keep an eye out for other survivors. He had seen some others but he didn't want to risk their lives for his in case he screwed up. He would keep looking for a good group. He found a couple of guns and ammo on the next building, next to them was a trail of blood. Venator sighed and picked up the ammo from the BARs, there was a PTRS too but using such a weapon was beyond impractical. He heard some gun fire over to the next intersection and moved along with his trek.''' Sith-venator Wavingstrider  ( Commlink ) 01:16, March 24, 2010 (UTC)

"HEY YOU!" yelled Daniel. "DROP YOUR FIREARMS NOW!" "Sarge maybe we should be nicer." "Come on pee wee, we gotta catch this guy."Sgt.Cpmaster22 01:23, March 24, 2010 (UTC)

'''Venator looked down at the soldiers, at this height he couldn't tell who they were. He looked down to see a bed on the ground, he tightened his helmet and then climbed down a latter and jumped about twenty feet down onto the bed. He went to the Soldiers, but he would never drop his T20. He spoke only one thing with his Bandana covering his mouth.''' "Names and ranks please." Sith-venator Wavingstrider  ( Commlink ) 01:38, March 24, 2010 (UTC)

"Who wants to know!" Daniel yelled. "Don't let go of that gun,private."Sgt.Cpmaster22 01:51, March 24, 2010 (UTC)

Venator grabbed both by the collers and put them up to his face and said, "I do." Sith-venator Wavingstrider  ( Commlink ) 02:06, March 24, 2010 (UTC)

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"Eugene, even if we get to your apartment unscathed and you happen to find a weapon, there is one problem," said Adam tersely.

"And that would be..?" asked Eugene.

"I haven't fired a weapon since England, pre-Normandy, and that was just a .45," said Adam.

"Oh well, you'll learn soon enough," said Eugene, giving a noncommittal shrug, "Pressure does things like that."

Adam raised an eyebrow, but said nothing else, and Eugene seemed not to notice. As they continued to walk down the deserted street, Adam became nervous that nothing was happening and they weren't encountering animals, or even the strange undead people. He almost wished something would pop up so that he'd be sure he was still thinking straight. He began to point out irregularities in light fixtures and topiary hedges, but Eugene didn't seem to find such things nearly as interesting and he dropped the subject.

"How far away is your place anyway? You said it was just down the street," said Adam.

"It's just up there," said Eugene as they walked, "There, you can see it now, the one with the blue roof."

The two walked up to the front of the apartment and Eugene turned the knob on the door, finding it didn't open. He frowned, tried a few more times, then fired his Garand into the knob, hinges and sides of the door and kicked it open. As the two entered, cautiously, the sounds of a window breaking were heard from an upper floor, and a dark shape jumped into the alley adjacent to the apartment. Icepac K <font face="Segoe Script">s 02:07, March 24, 2010 (UTC)

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"Keep moving, keep moving!"

All Stanton and his friends could do was to run from their pursuers, who have begun to break through the windows, doors, and windows. The Reichstag was slowly filling up, and there was little they could do but run and gun. No matter how many zombies they shot, there was always another one running at them.

"Split up!" yelled Stanton as they eventually reached a fork in the hallway. "Allan and I will take the left! You two'll take the right!"

Meanwhile, the other group decided to do the exact opposite. "We must stick together, comrades!" yelled Vasili as they continued to run. "A lone man will never be able to move a boulder..."

"Oh, just shut up!" answered Michael. Apparently, this was no time for proverbs.

Unfortunately, the poor soldiers reached a dead end, and the zombies were getting closer. "Quickly!" said Herzog, pointing at the door to their right. "In there!"

Cooper, being the closest, attempted to open the door, yet it wouldn't budge. "Shit!" he yelled, still struggling with the door. "Why won't this open!? Why the hell is it locked!?"

"Come on, come on..." muttered Michael, trying to help Cooper get the door open. "Freaking piece of..."

"Well gentlemen," said Herzog as he loaded a fresh clip into his StG 44. "I guess this is the end..." He aimed down the long hallway as the moans grew louder. "It's been an honor serving with you..."

Vasili, however, wasn't as accepting of death as Herzog. "I am not going to fuckin' die tonight!" he declared. He turned his head to glare at Cooper. "Just get that piece of shit open!"

"I can't!" answered Cooper. "It's locked!"

"Locks are no matter!" Vasili pushed Cooper aside in order to evaluate the door himself. "Vasili has answer!"

"Look, I'm sorry, but..." The British soldier shook his head. "If I couldn't open it, then what chance do you have..."

Before Cooper could finish his sentence, Vasili stepped back and unleashed a flurry of bullets from his PPSh-41 into the door and kicked it down. "Come on!" he shouted. "Through the door! NOW!"

Nobody questioned what Vasili had done. Everybody ran through the door as the zombies started to show up. Vasili and Herzog provided suppressive fire until everyone had gone through. "Go!" Vasili shouted at Herzog. "Now!"

"No..." Herzog didn't move an inch. "You must go! I'll hold them off!"

"Idiot! Are you mad! Go now!" Vasili was getting impatient.

"No, my friend... You must go!" Herzog shouted back. "Your survival is much more important than mine!"

"You won't survive long after I'm done with you!" Vasili snapped. He grabbed Herzog and pushed him through the door before emptying his PPSh and following the others.

After he went through the door, Vasili saw a small staircase which led him down to another door, where the others were holding up. "Hey!" he yelled, knocking on the door. "Let me in!"

"How do we know you're not a zombie?" Cooper's question infuriated Vasili, and he hit even harder! "Let me in, you mudaks! Let me in!"

"Yep, that's Vasili all right!" The door was opened, and Vasili raced inside just as the zombies started going down the staircase.

"Quickly!" said Michael. "Board up the entrance!" Everybody immediately took whatever they could find in the room, which included a book case, a piano, a sofa, several chairs, and a pool table, and set it up against the door.

Ferocious moaning and scratching could be heard against the door, and occasionally a hand or two would break through, only to be greeted by Vasili's machete.

Suddenly, the moaning started to decrease in volume; the shuffling of feet could be heard, and eventually everything became quiet. This instilled worry among the group. "What do you think happened?" asked Cooper, his eyes betraying his fear.

"I...I don't know...." Michael was equally suspicious.

"Why..." Herzog stuttered. "Why...Why did they leave?"

"Undead probably had bigger fish to fry." Vasili reloaded his PPSh-41, just in case.

"Well..." Cooper asked. "What do we do now?"

"We wait, soldier," answered Michael. "We wait." --Random Man 0213

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Sergeant Vick immediately assumed a combat position with his rifle shouldered as he ran not toward the alleyway, but toward the nearest stairwell to reach the second floor where his studio was.

Doherty logically sticking close, they reached his room with the door already open and recently entered.

Eugene stopped cold in the doorway and lowered his aim. "Oh, no."

The bed was turned over, closet and drawers open with contents thrown about the floor, refrigerator ajar and empty and window smashed.

The tenant ordered "Check the fridge." in a cold way and went into the bathroom, that of all places seemed untouched.

Adam took a quick look in the fridge and relayed, "It's empty." and walked to the bathroom as well with no sexual connotation in that fact.

The Sergeant was holding and quickly looking over an M1 Garand in addition to the one he just set down next to the bathroom counter.

Adam rightfully did not know why Eugene had multiple Garands in his posession. "You have two rifles?"

He realized how confusing it might look and remembered that Adam was not told of the origin of the firearm he was carrying for the whole time the two had been together. "This Garand," Eugene started in a lectoral tone while shaking the rifle he had in his hands already, "is mine. I keep it in the bathroom to keep it out of sight."

"You hide it in plain sight?"

"Pretty much." Eugene felt smart. "By hiding it behind the door, any intruder would probably not see it. If you rob someone's house, you're not going to risk to take the time to use their toilet, are you?"

"I suppose not."

"Precisely." He handed Adam the rifle. "It is yours now."

The slide-cover was open and the rifle was empty. "Got any ammo?"

"Definitely." Eugene went out of the bathroom and over to the drapes that would normally cover the window but were in a view-friendly position. Behind them was a bandolier with Garand clips inside it. He slung hit over his shoulder, reached in, grabbed three clips, gave them to his buddy and left for the street in a rush, fearing that the looter might try to come back for anything he may have missed, which would leave them in possibly a deadly situation depending on who the looter was, but Eugene did not want to take that gamble.

"Remember Currahee?"

"Of course. 'Three miles up, three miles back'."

"Wasn't so hard?"

"Nope."

"We have less than three miles to that base and it's not uphill this time. We can run it if we need to."

And they both ran at a conservative speed, growing increasingly anxious as to why there were no undead in their way. 06:53, March 24, 2010 (UTC)

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"We gotta get upstairs! Nigel, keep the covering fire!"

"Damn, John, I'm on my last magazine, only about 26 shots left!"

"Uh, Kerle, wir haben kommen nach oben!"

Wilding answered, "Ich fand einen Weg, aber ich brauche etwas Hilfe, weil die Zombies durchbrechen."

"Damn," said Heinz, "My Walther has a few shots left, I see a Garand, I'm going to go for it!"

"How do you know its a bloody Garand?"

"Because It's not a Kar98k!"

"Ha ha, just grab the bloody thing and shoot!"

"Ok, ok, how do I shoot this thing..." Heinz tested the weight and shouldered it. He pulled the trigger and headshotted a zombie.

"Oh Jule, what a shot, Kraut!

"Oh quiet you, just tell me where to shoot."

"Uh, Wilding! Ich vin something or other, just get the hell upstairs."

"Er sagt kommen nach oben, Sie beide." Heinz motions to the two other Germans.

"Well guys, we have one hell of a job coming up." Hastings grabbed the Garand off of Heinz. "I think I use this better."

"Also, was sind wir dabei, nach oben zu tun?" Wilding asked as he looked around.

"Well, Nigel? What ARE we going to do upstairs?"

"Im going to find that voice."

"Oh, dear God I knew someone would be down here! I was getting my ass clawed at, c'mon, what do we do now?" A random guy jumped down the stairs.

"Well, who the bloody fuck are you?" Nigel was dumbfounded at the peculiar entrance off the man.

"Im the guy you called Phoenix to. The names Smiles"

"What kind of a name is Smiles?" Heinz, too, was relatively dumbfounded.

"Im American, it was my nickname. Anyway, we gotta get to the big state building thing."

Heinz almost looked disgusted. "You mean the Reichstag?"

"Yeah...let's go." Smiles led the way while the Germans shot at the doorway upon exiting.

"So," Hastings begun, "What happens when we get to the Reichstag?"

"Who knows man, I think we might just be able to find more survivors."

"And the bloody American has seen these other survivors?"

"Aw, just shut up and drink your god damn tea."

Smiles and Nigel run off down the street, with the three Germans following close behind.

<font style="background:darkblue"> Omega 8o8  08:45, March 24, 2010 (UTC)

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To Erika and Riley, spending the night at the Reichstag was like spending a night in hell. The zombies that were chasing them didn't make it any better. "I don't think that splitting up was such a good idea!" said Erika, glancing over her shoulders at their undead adversaries.

"Less talking, more running!" shouted Riley, slowing down to fire his Bren before resuming his previous pace. "Just keep running!"

Erika tried to fire her MP-40, but scored only a few, nonfatal hits. The recoil, however, caught her by surprise, causing her to stumble. She fell to the ground, and Riley stopped to help her back up. "Come on Erika!" he said as she got back to her feet. "Come on, get up! We don't have time for this!"

They continued running, yet the zombies never tired. Some unknown force kept them going; nothing could stop them. One glance over their shoulders made the two run even faster, and eventually they were able to get further away from the zombies behind them. Unfortunately, that also meant that they were getting closer to the other group of undead monsters that were directly ahead of them.

"Look out!" screamed Erika, and the two attempted to escape by going back the way they came, only to find that their original pursuers had caught up with them and were now closing in for the kill.

Both Erika and Riley were now caught between the two groups of zombies, who were now starting to surround them, ready to bite into some human flesh. However, Riley had other plans.

"Look!" Riley grabbed Erika by her hand and started to lead her to the only exit left; the stairs. "Come on!"

They ran up the steps and managed to escape the attacks of the zombie hoard. The undead followed their prey up the stairs, but by the time they reached the top, both Erika and Riley were at a safe distance away.

As their pursuers moaned and ran after them, Riley had accidentally led Erika to a dead end. The only exit was a doorway at the end of the hallway; its door was riddled with multiple bullets.

"There!" shouted Riley, pointing at the doorway. "That's our way out!"

Erika, on the other hand, had a very suspicious feeling. "I don't know..." she began, but before she could finish, Riley had already grabbed her hand and led her through the doorway. However, it wasn't an exit as Riley had previously thought. It was something far worse.

A massive crowd of zombies were trying to break through a door at the end of a staircase inside the room. Once the survivors entered, however, every decaying head turned, their yellow eyes staring at Erika and Riley, who were frozen in fear.

"RUNNNNN!" shouted Riley as the two ran out of the room. The zombies screamed and chased their new victims, their teeth ready to sink into those juicy brains.

After the zombies left, there was an eerie silence within the room. This instilled worry among the four still hiding behind that door the zombies were trying to break into earlier.

"What do you think happened?" asked Cooper, his eyes betraying his fear.

"I...I don't know...." Michael was equally suspicious.

"Why..." Herzog stuttered. "Why...Why did they leave?"

"Undead probably had bigger fish to fry." Vasili reloaded his PPSh-41, just in case.

"Well..." Cooper asked. "What do we do now?"

"We wait, soldier," answered Michael. "We wait."

Random Man 0213 21:23, March 24, 2010 (UTC)

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Daniel heard moans coming from the Reichstag and PPSH-41 bullets flying and hitting bodies. "Shit!" "Look bandana boy, we gotta get to the Reichstag now!" "Come on pee wee." "Yes sir!" They ran towards the Reichstag and the soldier with the bandana must've understood because he followed the group. Stray zombies away from the horde, walked down the steps of the Reichstag. They quickly killed them and kept on moving. They walked on and heard the strongest moans that they had heard so far.Sgt.Cpmaster22 23:04, March 24, 2010 (UTC)

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"AAAAHH!!" Stanton said from around a corner.

"Stanton, what is it?" Allen said "I hope your not bullshitting me...."

"It's a mutilated corpse!" Stanton replied.

"ppppht! Probably dead." Allen returned.

"Yeah, but how do we know if it 'aint a Zombie?" Stanton said.

" 'Aint no zombie to me, just leave it alone, it won't harm us." Allen then shouted from around the corner.

"All right, I`ll follow, I`m probably am going insane, just like Riley said." Stanton then muttered, his eyes betraying his fear.

Stanton was hearing unthinkable noises from inside his head, just like before, and this time the sounds were becoming more and more violent. Causing him to see things that no one else saw, indeed, Stanton`s sanity was slowly creeping out of his body, soon theyd throw him in an Asylum, hand him a straightjacket, lock him up, and throw away the key.

`Did you hear that?!" Allen said, hearing the sounds of moaning and screaming.

"Yeah, and I don`t like it," Stanton said as he prepared a clip for his M1 Garand

"Stray zombies! To the left!" Allen then yelled as he unloaded his Springfield clip,

"Some more zombies! Take èm down!" Allen added.

They both killed the zombies stray from the horde and continued down the pathaway to uncertainty, and maybe, just maybe, even their doom....

Braden 0.0

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As they headed down the desert alleys, streets, and sidestreets of Berlin, Adam said, "I understand why there are no people around, but the lack of undead people unnerves me. There was no shortage of them in the Reichstag."

"I'm not complaining," said Eugene.

"I'm not either," said Adam, "It's just strange."

As they walked, Adam noticed a dark shape moving with the gait that only zombies moved with, unslung the rifle Eugene had given him and attempted to fire. Nothing happened. Eugene noticed what was unfolding and shot the zombie twice, then turned to Adam.

"Your safety is on, and you haven't loaded a clip," said Eugene, "Here, let me help you."

Adam reddened slightly and while muttering excuses about how he was a medic, and didn't shoot often, allowed Eugene to ready his rifle. "I hear lots of noise," said Eugene, "It sounds like an undead convention or something. Too bad that's on the road to the base, maybe we can stay out of sight." <font face="Segoe Print">Icepac <font face="Segoe UI">K <font face="Segoe Script">s 01:13, March 25, 2010 (UTC)

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Patrick and Nick could see someone in the distance. As he watched gunshots fire close to the people, he assumed that they were humans. However this was no time for sight-seeing. The zombies were shambling towards the brothers, and the younger of the two greeted 5 of the zombies with headshots. The older made 8 headshots, but ran out of ammo. Patrick found that he had to cover his brother with his last clip, and made it count.

"Run for the man that we saw! They will have ammo!" yelled Nick.

As they ran toward the mystery man,(Adam,FYI) a zombie caught Nick by the ankle. Patrick fired some rounds into the hand, but hit his brothers ankle by mistake also. The undead kept coming, but the brothers were faster.

as soon as they got close to the mystery person, Nick shambled and let out a groan of relief.

Alarmed by the groan, Adam turned as fast as he could and fired 2 rounds into Nick's chest. Patrick ran to his brother, and figured this is their last stand...

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The sounds of moaning and screaming had decreased in volume. Eventually, near silence was achieved, yet Stanton still heard them clearly, as if the zombies were right next to him.

"What the hell was that!?" Stanton turned around and aimed his M1 Garand, only to be greeted with darkness. "Did you hear that?"

"No," answered Allan. "No I did not."

"Hmmmm..." Stanton rubbed his head. "I guess I'm just a little paranoid..."

"Uh, Stanton?" asked Allan, concerned for his companion. "You okay? Your face is all red..."

"Well, that's what the zombie apocalypse does to you..." Stanton giggled nervously.

"Well, you're really creeping me out..." Before Allan could finish his sentence, Stanton stopped and grabbed his arm, gripping it tightly.

"What was that?" he asked, terror clearly in his eyes.

Allan wrenched his arm out of Stanton's grip. "It's probably nothing." He continued walking, trying to reassure his paranoid friend. "Those zombies are probably on the other side of the building..."

Just as he walked around the corner, Allan stopped cold in his tracks. Directly ahead of him was a mob of zombies, staring intently at their prey. Allan and Stanton returned the stare, and after one second passed, Stanton managed to squeeze these words out: "Don't you just hate being wrong?"

"RUUUUUNNNNN!" screamed Allan, and the two of them ran as the zombies screamed and began to chase them. Both Allan and Stanton fired upon the crowd, which just happened to attract more zombies that had wandered into the area. Soon, the two survivors were both running low on ammo, which, considering the fact that they were being chased by a hoard of zombies, decreased their chances of surviving, yet also increased their chances of getting caught and eaten. Things weren't looking so good.

When Stanton and Allan ran around another corner, they were met with an unfortunate sight: a dead end. With the zombies closing in on them from behind, they had to think quickly. Stanton stared intently at the window before them, which was the only exit. He looked back at the zombies, then at Allan. Puzzled, Allan asked, "What?"

A small smile began to form on Stanton's face, and Allan finally realized what he wanted to do. "No....." he began, shaking his head slowly, sweat pouring down his face. "Don't even think about it..."

The moaning grew louder, and the two turned their heads to see the zombies closing in on them. They only had three minutes before they became zombie chow. Stanton turned back to face the window. He had to do this.

He grabbed Allan's arm and ran towards the window, pulling his companion with him. "NO STANTON!" yelled Allan, terrified at what his friend was about to do. "NO STANTON! DON'T DO IT! DON"T............"

The two survivors rammed into the window, their combined weight shattering the glass as they landed on the ground outside (They were only on the first floor). Receiving several cuts from the broken glass, they quickly got up and ran into the darkness surrounding the Reichstag, uncertainty shrouding their futures.

Random Man 0213 03:18, March 25, 2010 (UTC)

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At that point, A USMC sniper had seen the commotion and saw the two figures start running towards a group of zombies coming from a Metro station. He fired a shot from his Springfield which stopped the two running men. He crawled down the fire escape to the men. He intorduced himself as Robert Micheals and said,

"There's a group of undead up ahead. come with me. I've secured a room of an apartment building." the two men followed him as he ran off into the darkness.

Rambo362 10:50, March 25, 2010 (UTC)

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With yet another gun gone, C.Long was forced to use an FG42 to replace his low power Sten. Morning. The worst time for zombies to be out. Rounding a corner, Long pulled his pistol and aimed. "NO! Hold your fire!" "Name?" Long asked. "Nigel Hastings. Cut off from some other survivors. Yours?" "C.Long, British 6th Airborne. Not telling anything else." "OK, how did you lose them?" "A zombie assault. We were walking towards a supposed safe haven, one jumped out, scared everyone else. Guess they think it got me. Your story?" "I was in the Pacific. On some Japanese held island. The virus there was MUCH worse than it is here. A few russian corpses lying around. We saw strange inscriptions there, like 'Shi No Numa', or Swamp of Death. Jap zombies. We thought it only affected krauts. We were wrong. I escaped on a chopper that found me. We ran out of fuel over Berlin. We were in a forest outside the city, but we saw the first zombies there. We later learned that the 80th American Infantry had sent a company into the forest. Well, we found some guy barely alive, called Lucas Gibson, veteran of Ettelbruck. He was in a bad state and we called in a Sherman for him, and after it didn't turn up, we went to look for it. We found the tank, exploded and on fire. Came back and found Gibson dead. When we got near him, he just...jumped up and slashed a man. I shot Gibson and took this Bowie knife off of him. That's my story." Nigel turned and motioned for Long to follow him. They carefully set up camp at a chopper wreck.

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''Oh.... My Arm.....''

''God..... What happened?''

''Ok. The building was levelled and I was on the top level.....''

''Ow.... My arm.....''

The eyes of Sgt. Falcon's slowly pryed open to see a sky. James' brain couldn't figure out whether it was day or night, though. His right arm had a sharp pain. His eyes slowly traced down to his arm and what he saw kick-started his brain. His arm was in bad shape, fractured and cut.. His eybrows furrowed as he heaved himself up, slowly realizing that he needed a medic that knew what they were doing, as opposed to himself (who served 6 years ago). His expression turned from that of confusion to that of dismay as he saw several men and a woman walking toward him. Well, they would be walking if their legs weren't as broken as they were. Yet they kept coming. "I don't want to have to kill you." said James in his Scottish accent as he drew his nickel plated M1911. The seemingly drunkards staggered ever closer. "I'll open fire in 3....2....1...." As the counter ended, he fired seven quick headshots. The monstrocities were now limping faster. James thought he was doomed until he saw the satchel charge. He quickly grabbed it and threw it, not wasting a moment with the detonator. When the smoke cleared, he reloaded his M1911. He carefully stepped forward, peering left and right. After gaining confidence, James grinned and, though still wary, broke into a sprint. James was afraid of not having a plan, as he had always a plan in the past. Regardless, he slowed down as he heard voices. People? Maybe. He saw a crashed helicopter which he warily approached. He saw some supplies, so he warily approached. He then realised his arm still needed attention and he picked out the neccesary supplies. He had only just finished the temporary fix when he saw some other people, who seemed attentive enough. "Thunder!" He called out, his pistol drawn.

--XaduratingSushi

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The zombies never stopped. No matter how fast Erika and Riley ran, they were always right behind them. Frantically trying to find an escape route, the two survivors ran around a corner and noticed a fork in the hallway ahead of them. "Quickly!" shouted Riley. "Split up!"

"But..." Although Erika was reluctant to do it again, Riley had already raced into the hallway on the left after he pushed her into the other one on the right. She stumbled a little, but quickly resumed her original speed.

"Oh no oh no oh no oh no....." Erika didn't like this one bit. She was all alone, with several zombies running after her. She fired three shots at them from her MP-40, all of which missed, before tossing it away; it was out of ammo. Plus, without its weight, she was able to run faster.

Erika ran around a corner and saw an open door in the hallway. She quickly ran inside before the zombies were able to reach her position. She refrained from closing the door, in case it made any noise that could've attracted the hoard.

The zombies quickly ran around the corner and dashed down the hall, believing that their prey had taken this very path. They raced pass the door and only one of them stopped. It gazed at the doorway; the zombie was suspicious. It slowly walked into the room and analyzed its surroundings. However, it found nothing of interest; little did it know that Erika was actually up against the wall, hiding behind the door. Terrified, she kept her hand over her mouth to prevent any squeals or screams from coming out.

The zombie looked around the room one more time before walking out. Erika removed her hand from her mouth and breathed a sigh of relief. However, that action was a deadly mistake; her sigh was audible and the zombie turned around, it's eyes fixed intently on the door. It had heard something, and it wanted to know what it was.

Erika realized her mistake and quickly put her hand over her mouth again, but the damage was already done; the zombie slowly began to reenter the room, and Erika believed that she was done for.

Suddenly, the loud sound of glass breaking was heard, as if something had jumped out a window. The zombie turned around, eager to find its new victim, and dashed out of the room, trying to locate the source of the noise. Erika waited a few moments before finally taking her hand off of her mouth, breathing heavily yet softly.

She waited a couple more minutes before slowly coming out of her hiding place. She analyzed the hallways in order to determine whether or not it was safe, and after she decided that the coast was clear, she exited the room.

She quietly ran down the hall in the opposite direction of the zombies. She raced down several corridors before stopping at a specific corner. She put her back against the wall and peered around the corner in order to decide if it was still safe to continue.

Suddenly, she felt a hand grip her arm tightly. Erika believed it to be one of the undead monsters, yet before she could scream, a hand was placed on top her mouth as a familiar voice began to speak.

"Come on," whispered Riley, releasing Erika from his grip. "Let's move."

Random Man 0213 04:23, March 26, 2010 (UTC)

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Eugene obviously heard the gunshot ring off so close to him so he turned around in an instant with his rifle shouldered, sure that he would see zombies, but he did not. "Shit!"

"Goddammit."

"What the fuck!"

Adam had shot another U.S. serviceman who had snuck up on him. He heard a noise, turned around and shot the first figure he saw and fatally wounded an uninfected man.

The other of the two men who followed Vicks and Doherty got on his knees to hold the mortally wounded other who only had a few trickles of blood coming from the impact points in his chest.

Sergeant Vicks didn't want any slow-downs during their trip to that fabled base he had heard about, and this was definitely one of those slow-downs. He he had to deal with a seriously wounded man all of a sudden, and it was quite possible the rifleshots could have attracted the attention of the undead that were doing such a good job at not being seen.

Adam got on his knees, took the wounded man from the wimpering one and laid him on the ground to apply medical help as quickly as possible.

There was the sound of an undead screech nearby, Eugene raised his Garand again and whispered to Adam. "You have ninety seconds before we need to be on the move."

"I got it." he assured as he opened the shirt of the wounded man to see that his chest was covered with an uneven and thin layer of blood coming from a hole over his left lung and a hole in his side.

In shock, the man tried to raise his head off of the ground to look, but Adam pushed his head back before he could see anything.

"Don't look; you're going to be fine." Private Doherty withdrew two large bandages with associated tape and applied them to the wounds. "It probably hurts a lot, but it's all pain and no damage;" he did his best to lie, "you're gonna' make it out just fine."

Eugene took the hint that it was getting close to time to go and he broke his sight from his ironsights to look at the uninjured man. "Do you know him? What's your name?"

The man looked back at him, obviously stressed and teary from the sudden incident. "Patrick. Uhh, Nick's my brother."

"Alright, Patrick, can you carry him and keep up with us?"

"How far are you going?"

Vicks took a quick look around at the buildings to take a quick memory check on about how far he and Doherty had gone from the Reichstag and then looked back at Patrick. "We have maybe another mile until we get to a base where we should get reinforcements and help."

"Oh, okay."

Adam helped Patrick carry Nick over his shoulders and the four did their best to keep up their pace down the road which then came to a four-way intersection not even a few minutes later.

On the opposite side of the intersection was a large crowd of zombies packed tightly together, perhaps forty to fifty total, all reaching up for the top of the dual-lightpost they were crowded around.

At the sight of all the zombies, the group dashed for an outside staircase that led to a raised front door to a multi-story house that concealed them all with only a small margin to spare.

"No!" Patrick exclaimed after having put Nick down to notice that he had perished during that short walk, to which Adam covered his mouth.

"Hey!" someone not in the group called out loudly, having no consideration for all the nearby zombies.

Eugene stood up and just poked his head over the side of the solid staircase to see who was calling for them.

"Hey! I could use some help!" Somehow, there was yet another U.S. serviceman, but this time sitting in the middle of the dual-upside-down "J" lightposts as casually as he could ever be with dozens of zombies just below him. "Do you have any food?" he called out again after not having a response but having definitely seen other people.

Eugene exposed himself a bit more to do some figures and gestures to try to explain that he couldn't talk back without giving away his position, which the man on the lightpost at least partially understood.

"Well," he explained, still calm, "I was up in a nearby apartment building being chased by these fuckers when I had to jump." The man paused and pointed to the broken window on the fourth floor from which he had broken through. "I was lucky enough to land right here on this post that I dropped my Carbine and grenades down..." He tried to see where they were on the ground amidst the zombies to point but he could not see. "Aah, crap, somewhere on the ground close to me." He layed back a little, trying to be a bit more relaxed on the hard piece of metal that had to be doing wonders for his back. "I cut my leg up real good when I landed." He rocked his leg a little to implicate which one which also sprinkled blood to the zombies below who went crazy. "I've lost nearly all feeling in it, it hasn't coagulated at all, and I've been here for hours."

Eugene slid down a little to show that he was still paying attention but also got the attention of Adam who also came up to see the sight. "So, do you think we should try to help?"

The man sitting on the lightposts sat up and shouted out some more. "How many people are in your group?"

Eugene held out three fingers.

"We don't have the ammo or resources at all, Eugene." Adam said. "We'll die if we try."

The man sighed, and then continued to talk about thingsas the other group didn't have an easy way to ask for specifics. "Private First Class Kuhn, Second Rangers, United States Army, sitting here on top of a Jerry lightpost just inches away from cannibalistic death."

Eugene and Adam both got down, agreed that he couldn't be saved by the trio, and Eugene hopped over the side of the staircase and slowly climbed his way to the door to open it, which was conveniently locked.

"I fought in combat several times, and it's after the war ends that the Germans want me dead."

Adam and Patrick also hopped over the side of the staircase one by one and entered the house as Euegene stayed slightly behind.

The man started to lose his calm at the sight of them leaving him. "Hey, I wasn't joking; I need food!"

Vicks pressed himself down so that the zombies would not be able to see him as he was on the external staircase while Kuhn would be able to see him leave. "We can't help you." he shouted. "After we get help we'll come back, so just stay there."

A few of the zombies looked but did not see anything. One zombie on the edge of the swarm decided to walk over limpedly to where the voice came from as Eugene slipped into the house and shut the door behind him, which alerted the zombie to his location, whether or not it had an easy way in.

"Hey!" Kuhn started to scream. "You can't leave me!"

Inside the house, the three looked for ways into an alleyway or anything of the sort so they could avoid that set of zombies.

"I can't fucking die here! Come back!"

They quickly found a way into a hoped-for alley and resumed their new course to the objective. 10:17, March 26, 2010 (UTC)

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The screams of the zombies sounded eerily distant as Erika and Riley quickly navigated through the hallways. The lack of zombies worried them, yet the British soldier refused to stop. "Come on..." urged Riley as they continued to run. "We're almost there! Just a little more..."

Escape seemed to be within their reach...until a large, dark figure jumped out of the shadows and tackled Riley, quickly shattering his dreams of freedom. Erika stumbled out of surprise and fell to the floor, remembering what had happened to her escort when the zombies had reached him... In her eyes, Riley had turned into Jim, and in her mind, they were back outside of the Reichstag... with the zombies tearing him apart, piece by piece, his blood splattering the ground...as she lay there, staring...

'''NOTE: I NEED TO GO NOW, YET THIS CHAPTER IS NOT DONE! DO NOT ADD TO THIS CHAPTER, AND PLEASE REFRAIN FROM MENTIONING EITHER ERIKA OR RILEY UNTIL I GET BACK AND FINISH THIS CHAPTER! THANK YOU!'''

Random Man 0213 20:38, March 26, 2010 (UTC)

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As the trio got farther away from the zombie-overrun lightpost-occupied intersection, Adam said "What's your name again?"

"Patrick," said Patrick, rather slowly.

"Oh okay. I know there's not really an easy way to say this, but I'm really sorry for killing your brother," said Adam.

"Yeah. Yeah. That's. Fiiiine. Yeah," said Patrick, still a little shocked, and falling over his words.

Eugene gave no expression as to what he was thinking, but said, "Come on guys, less talk more walk. Do you have a weapon Patrick?"

"I have this German rifle," said Patrick, calming slightly, "But I don't know how to use it. Oh, and can we get my brother's body, we just left in the middle of the road.."

Eugene shook his head, explaining that they could not risk themselves, three healthy, uninjured people for one person, who could not be saved. Patrick nodded slowly, resigning himself to the future. As they walked a bit further, Adam had an idea. "Here, you take this," said Adam, holding out the Garand he had been using, "I'm no good with it anyway, so it doesn't matter what I have. I'll take the German rifle."

They traded weapons and continued walking. "How far away is this place anyway?" asked Adam.

"Well, we were on the right path, but it'll be a little while longer, especially now that we had to avoid that pack of zombies. I'm going to take us a little farther out, then go straight, just to be safe." Eugene answered.

Adam and Patrick nodded, and they continued to walk. <font face="Segoe Print">Icepac <font face="Segoe UI">K <font face="Segoe Script">s 00:00, March 27, 2010 (UTC)

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The trio of two paratroopers and the widowed brother jogged the rest of the mile as the buildings became shorter and less packed towards the edge of Berlin.

They found a few zombies on the outskirt of the city and quickly downed them without trouble.

After the last building they could see was passed, they took a quick break and looked back toward the city in momentary silence, all remarkably glad that they were finally out of that mess.

Vicks looked further down the paced road that ran by some flat grass fields and he saw the vague shape of the base. "There's the base, fellers."

The other two looked at the base and Adam spoke. "We're finally out of the city."

Eugene looked him in the eye and smiled.

An American light fighter flew from the general direction of the base over the three and then over Berlin at a low altitude, and the trio jumped up and down, waved their arms and shouted for attention, feeling that they weren't alone in their endeavor.

The pilot to that fighter radioed in to the landing strip he came from. "That's it: I can that there are uninfected in the city; I just saw three barely outside waving at the plane, over."

A radioman replied. "Can you confirm the infection? Over."

The pilot tilted his plane to give a better look at the streets as the fighter took a loose turn, and he saw the streets filled with zombies. "Able, Able, I can confirm a heavy infestation, over."

"Take a quick fly-by over the city and then return to base, Charlie Four."

"Roger. Out."

Back on the ground, the three had high spirits for the situation at hand and the situation that the other survivors in the city were going through, and they ran the last few hundred meters to the base but did not see it the way they were hoping for. 00:33, March 27, 2010 (UTC)

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"Uh, I dont know if this is a good time, Long, but I kind of stole this off another survivor." Hastings pulled out a vial of green sloshy ooze.

"Nigel, what is that and are you trying to kill me?"

"Uh, no. This is an amazing chemical, it literally melts Zombies, but I hav'nt a clue as to why."

"So, was Heinz the one who made it?"

"I have reason to believe so." Nigel looked around carefully.

"Well, how much effect is in that vial?"

"Well, Long, I believe it capable of melting a room ful, as the melted zombies themselves cause the same effect."

Long pulled out an old canteen, and snatched the vial, pouring it in. He found a piece of paper and shoved a zombie finger lying in the street into the canteen. It melted instantly, effectively increasing the amount of ooze left.

"Well, how the bloody-"

"Wait," Long cut Nigel short. "This will work out till we get more of this ooze. I feel that this may be the best weapon against the infection."

"Thunder!" A voice called from down the street, across from the chopper wreck.

"Uh, damn, Phoenix?" Nigel offered in response.

"No, damn it! Flash! Flash!"

"Oh great, your an ally! And alive! Ow, my arm." The man said. "The name's Falcon. James Falcon."

"Im Hastings, thats Long."

"Hey, Nigel, why dont you know the countersign?" Long asked bluntly.

"Well, I'm in the RaF, and we used Phoenix/Flare as a call. I guess infantry used Thunder/Flash?"

"Yep." Falcon began to search for ammo. "Heres some rifle ammo." He passed a few mags to Hastings.

"Thanks, but at this point, the three of us are gonna need a plan." Nigel began to lie down. "I am so tired. I think im going to catch a few winks."

"I'll keep watch," Falcon said. "I had a long rest before my building collapsed. Anyway, I just found this baby, help me mount it and you can sleep."

The three mounted a Browning MG on some sandbags.

"Well, nighty night." Hastings and Long settled into some blankets from the helicopter.

They had yet to know that there was a much bigger threat soon to come.

<font style="background:darkblue"> Omega 8o8  08:02, March 27, 2010 (UTC)

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"I'm not gonna killed by one of those piece of shit!" said Sam while firing his Garand. After all of the zombies down, he kicks one of the zombie's head.

"Who are they? Some kind of freaky zombies?"

He then reload his rifle. Suddenly, one of the zombie still alive and try to kill Sam. But Sam quickly use his rifle to beat down the zombie and he stab the zombie with his knife.

"That was crazy!"

"This isn't a dream, isn't it?" Sam talks to himself, probably almost crazy.

He's starving. And the only supply was water. No food. And he doesn't know what will happen if he eat the zombie's flesh.

"If I don't eat them, maybe I'm gonna dead starving. But if I eat them, maybe I'm gonna die NOW!"

He doesn't want to take a risk. He left the zombie and hoping for finding real food. He then found an ant. He then eats the ant.

"Probably there still more survivors out there. Maybe I should explore this hell for help," he said. But before he start his journey, he has to find a shelter to sleep. He then find one. An old barn.

BBuzz 14:05, March 27, 2010 (UTC)

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"Stanton," Allen said, "I, I think I'm bleeding!" He added, as he took his hand away from his face, with it slick with his blood.

"I'm bleeding also!" Stanton said as he took away his hand away from his left leg, with blood dripping from it. "Must've been from the window jump, but still, it was either that or become those dead Nazi bastards chow..."

"Yeah, and that's not the worst of it, my springfield's now useless against them, it now takes me 1 whole mag to kill one zombie, I need to get something else." Allen said as he hopelessley slung his springfield over his back.

"Well, we're almost at the lake, we'll have to swim to get to the American base. Have you used any weapon other than the Springfield?" Stanton inquired.

"Yeah, I used a Tommy gun in Africa and D-day, but then I recieved Sniper training." Allen replied. "I'll trade my Springfield for a Tommy gun when we get there...."

Allen sunk into the water, it was actually quite warm, compared to the chilly October air, Stanton slid in second...

"So, Allen, across this river, and we'll be there, just keep your weapon dry in case some 'Freak bags' follow us." Stanton reminded Allen, even though his eyes betrayed his fright.

They then slithered across the water, and made it to the other side, yet, the water stung Stanton's leg cut, which agonized him, yet he didn't shout, fearing in his heart that the Zombies will hear, and they'll be dead meat.

"Oh shit, it's freezing." Allen said as he stepped out of the water, "I could get hyperthermia if I stay out here!"

"Calm the fuck down Allen, you could alert the zombies!" Stanton said as he put his hand to Allen's mouth.

"Really? well I don't hear shit Stanton! I think your going bonkers." Allen said as he shrugged Stantons hand off. "We'll be alright."

"Well, maybe your right, it's just my imagination. then. Let's stay hidden, go nice and quiet Just in case." Stanton whispered.

"Okay, stay low to the bushes, and make no sudden movements, Zombies base their sight on movement." Allen said.

"Howd' ya know that?" Stanton said.

"I've been doing it since this appocalypse started, just trust me, or I wouldn't even be here!" Allen replied.

"Alright, lets go, lets find this place, it shouldn't be farr of here," Stanton said, his eyes betraying his fear.

"How'd you know that?" Allen said,

"Because the reason I was in Berlin was on a scouting mission from that base, now let's get going." Stanton said....

And then the pair went prone, and moved on into the darkness of the night, to uncertainty, but what could be their salvation....

Braden 0.0 18:26, March 27, 2010 (UTC)

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Allen and Stanton kept crawling through the darkness. They kept crawling until Allen saw a figure moving in the dark and motioned Stanton to stop. The figure looked at Allen and said," Allen, is that you?"

"Who wants to know?" he replied.

"It's me, Micheals," said the figure. Allen and Stanton stood up and Allen said," yeah its me, what happend to you? I don't remember seeing you jump from the window."

"Thats because I didn't. I broke through a weak wall and fell onto another roof. I climbed down to the street," he replied. " Whats going on with these zombies? I had to ditch my Springfield for this FG-fourty-shit gun when I shot a zombie in the head and it didn't die," he continued.

"Yeah thats weird. I'm looking for a Tommy gun, have you seen one?" he asked.

"No but I saw a smoke plume from a crashed helicopter due that way," he said pointing to his left," Stanton, you ok?" he inquired.

"Yeah i'm fine. Got a little banged up from the drop," Stanton replied.

"Ok then. Let's head out," Micheals stated. The three men headed off into the darkness.

"Are you sure thats even an aircraft?" Allen asked while they were running.

"Trust me, kid, when you've served in the Pacific, you'll recognize when there's a downed aircraft somewhere," Micheals replied. When they got to the crash site they were relieved to have found friendly people. They approched the site and were greated by a man named Sgt. Falcon. Micheals asked for a Thompson for Allen and some medical treatment for Stanton. Falcon ran to fetch Allen a Thompson.

Stanton asked Micheals "Do you think we'll be safe here?"

"For now," Micheals replied.

Rambo362 21:26, March 27, 2010 (UTC)

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Falcon warily walked towards the mounted Browning and then realized it would be uncomfortable to stand there until one of his friends woke up. He walked around the small camp until he found a small stool. It was small and rusty, but it would have to do. He grabbed it and dropped it down behind the Browning. He sat down, a mixed feeling. He liked it because it was rest and he disliked it because it was the second time that night he was waiting for someone to wake up.

(Flashback)

"Adam, wake up."

"Adam!"

"Adam, don't do it. No.... NO!" (Bang)

(20 Minutes later)

"Well, I guess should grab his gun and Ammo."

"Whoa. What was that?"

"God---" (Building Collapses)

(End of Flashback)

Falcon was suddenly brought back to reality when he heard moaning. His eyes darted left and right. His eyes locked on to the source of the sound. A hoard of zombies. "Guys! Wake up!" Falcon shouted. He tried to shoot the Browning. 1 bullet fired then the gun jammed. "Guys!" Falcon shouted again as he frantically searched the wreck for anything useful. 1 Bouncing Betty, 1 Grenade, and ammo. AMMO, of all things! He cursed under his breath and went to wake the other men. He shook them but they would not wake. Falcon pulled out his Colt and spent all of his ammo. It took down about 10 zombies, but not a noticable difference. He threw the grenade and looked for a good place to place the Betty. He saw a barrel and prayed it was full of oil. He placed the Betty and all he could do was wait. His Mosin-Nagant was useless, and his Colt was out. His grenade killed about half the zombies, and if the barrel was explosive, it might just take out the rest. "Guys! WAKE UP!" He screamed. Then an explosion shook the ground. His luck hadn't run completely dry. Either the barrel was explosive or someone was using artillery. He looked and there was one zombie left. He grabbed piece of twisted Rotor and thew it at the zombie. Whether it was luck or skill, the rotor didn't miss. It killed the zombie. Falcon grinned then doubled over after extreme mental and physical exertion. He called out for his survivor friends one last time and then fell unconcious. --XaduratingSushi

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"What the fuck just happend!?" Micheals shouted to Stanton.

"I don't know! I think I heard shouting that way," he replied.

"It must have been Falcon. Allen, I don't think we're finding you a Thompson in this mess. here take this," Micheals said while handing him an MP-40 that was lying on the ground next to a box.

"This is a Kraut gun. I don't know how to use this," Allen said.

"Here its simple. See this? Thats the bolt, pull it back," he said as Allen pulled the bolt back, "Good, now here's 4 magazines. Take one and place in the magazine well." He hands Allen the magazines he took from a broken open box and Allen puts the one in. "Thats all there is to it," Micheals said.

"Let's get going," Stanton commanded. The three started running towards in the direction that Stanton herd the shouting.

"Is that Falcon lying there?" Micheals pointing to a body on the ground.

"Yeah i think s-OH SHIT, MORE ZOMBIES!" Stanton shouted while pointing at the approaching hoard.

"Stanton, see what you can do. Allen, help me cover him," Micheals ordered. He pulled up his FG-42 and sprayed bullets at the hoard. Allen, still unsure about his ability to use his MP-40, fired in bursts, killing two zombies.

"Falcon. Falcon!" Stanton shouted at the unconscious body.

"Ha, this piece o' shit gun isn't half bad," Micheals said. The two men kept firing at the hoard, not knowing how many zombies were left.

Rambo362 18:01, March 28, 2010 (UTC)

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Hastings woke up to hear screaming, he was really groggy as he started to stand up, and saw Falcon drop his head.

"Oh, bloody fuck" He whispered to himself. Nigel ran to grab some supplies from the chopper. He got gauze and wrapped the wounds. It was then that he noticed the other men.

'Don't shoot, i'll get Falcon."

As if on cue, Stanton immediatly turned around and nearly blew Hastings' face off.

"Bloody fuck gents! I just said-"

"Not fucking now! Get on the MG" another man said.

Hastings started spraying around like a real amatuer, but he knocked out quite a few zombies. He ran over to Falcon during a reload, injected him with morphine, then tried to wake him up. His gauze started to clog the bleeding and Falcon slowly got up. He started shooting from a crouched position as Hastings finished the MG reload.

"Well guys, I'll ask your names later, but for the love of England please do not let us die."

"Uh, guys? What is that thing?" Falcon wanted to run away, but his leg was in too much pain.

That," Hastings said. "Is a really big zombie..."

<font style="background:darkblue"> Omega 8o8  02:05, March 29, 2010 (UTC)

(Note from XaduratingSushi: I had to change MacTavish's name to Falcon, so they are one person, not two.)