Forum:Tage der Albträume

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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

 * Don't cause harm to other users' characters or generally use them without consulting the controlling user first.
 * 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)

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.


 * Name: Michael Kuhn (placeholder; will try to include him when appropriate)
 * 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.

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.

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.


 * 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.

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.


 * Name: Edward Allan
 * Faction: United States 1st Infantry division (The big red one)
 * Rank: Technical 4th Grade
 * Weapon: Springfield, M1911
 * Previous experience: Replacement who arrived shortly after Operation Torch, fought on Omaha beach during D-day, and participated in Operation Varsity.


 * Name: Edgar Butte
 * Faction: United States Army 2nd Rangers Battalion
 * Rank: Staff Sergeant
 * Weapon: Thompson
 * Previous experience: Fought in North Africa during Operation Torch, fought in D-day and The Battle of the Bulge.


 * 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.

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.


 * 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.

Toilet Bowl Soldier

 * Name: Riley Ketcherson
 * Faction: British Army
 * Rank: Sergeant
 * Weapon: Bren light machine gun, Webley Mk IV Revolver.
 * Previous experience: Fought in Juno Beach, half of his Company were killed by an MG42. Went to Berlin after the war for a vacation

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 100 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.

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.

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.

Random Man 0213

 * Name: Erika M. Callahan
 * Faction: Nurse for the U.S. Army Rangers
 * 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.

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.


 * 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.

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.

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.

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 then was out running them for a safe distrance, he made it, and then in 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 vocalized his thought.

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 light on the corpse, he then recoilled with disgust, 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, 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?".... Braden 0.0

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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 then he asked himself. "Is it bloody Halloween already?" he then exited his jeep and took out his Bren gun and checked his surroundings, he then saw people firing at the Zombies and he then 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!" and he 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 sillouhetted 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 rom 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 at his window.

He grabbed his PPSh-41 and pointed it and 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 his PPSh and killing two more zombies. He packed some clothes, ammo, and two vodka bottles and leaves the apartment.

He reached the stairs and ran down. Zombies began to run upstairs, and he just shot them and kicked them all at once from 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 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 handeling 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, 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 said. "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, he then muttered, "typical scene for a horror movie".

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 conenction 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 on 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, lets 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 horor, 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 has 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 talked.

"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 mile 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 her 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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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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"Uh oh!" Erika shouted from the window. "What?" Riley replied.

"ZOMBIES!!!!" Erika then started spraying her MP40 all over the place, in an attempt at popping a head off a zombie.

It worked, Erika took off a zombie's head.

"Whoa! Did you just see that fuckin' head come apart?" Vasili asked as he watched Erika fire. "Open fire! Take 'em down!" Stanton said as he took pot shots off the zombies.

"I'll take 'em out!" Cooper said as he pulled out his M1911 to open fire for close quarters combat.

"Alright! That's the last of 'em. Allen, do you wanna come out and look for survivors?" Stanton requested of Allen.

"Yeah, I'll come, the wave's stopped. I'll go outside!" Allen said as he slung his Springfield over his back.

"Let's go."

It was Midnight once again, and the moon was out, casting an eerie glow in the streets. It reminded Allen of a Horror film he once saw.

"Holy shit. I'm really starting to regret my decision to go outside." said Stanton as a lightning bolt flashed across the scy, and then a dark boom of thunder accompanied it.

"Die you Fucking Freak-bag Meat-sackers! RAAAGH!!"

A voice echoed across the alleyway as several shotgun blasts were heard and the sounds of dying zombies,

"Errrr," "Naaooa!"

"Did you hear that? A survivor." Allen said as he took out his springfield.

"Yeah, let's go there." Stanton answered.

There were two corpses on the floor, and 2 men were standing above them.

Then one of them saw the 2 approaching.

"Thunder!" The man shouted.

"Flash!" Allen yelled back at them, as, ironically, another lightning bolt streaked across the sky as thunder boomed.

"Who are you?" Stanton said to the 2 men.

"I'm Sergeant Edgar Butte, 2nd Rangers." One of them said.

"And I'm Private North, 1st Marine Raiders." The other shouted.

"You guys have any weapons?" Stanton asked the two men.

"Yeah, I've got a Tommy gun, and North's got a Trench Gun." Edgar answered.

"Alright, we've got ammo if you need it," Allen muttered to the two.

"Yeah, I'm low on shells." North said.

"I'll decline, I've got 120 rounds left." Edgar added on.

"Come with us, we've lost a friend, a German guy, he's probably dead by now, we need new guys on our team." Stanton told them

"I'll do it! I lost most of my squad to these Sons of Bitches." North angrily said.

"I'll join, anyone will die if they stay out here." Edgar said.

"So, both oblige, lets go back, and you guys 'll meet the rest of the team." Allen said as he pointed his Springfield the direction of the camp out site.

"Let's go, I can hear more coming." Stanton said as he stood on guard. "Agreed." Edgar said.

Braden 0.0 23:12, 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 short.

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

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The group eventually reached the outskirts of Berlin pass an asylum. "Whoa, checkout this building. This place should have powerful weird weapons.",said Stanson. "I wonder if they got a chainsaw and some molotovs and VODKA!", Vasili muttered.

Allen said something in German than told the group, "Wittenau Sanitarium. This place is an asylum."

"Lets check out the place! See that we can find some zombie weapons and hopefully survivors." yelled Eugene.

They all walked to the main door. It was very quiet. No growls or screams this time.

"Oh look!Vending machine! That means we can drink, but why there is one of these things in an asylum?" said Vasili to the others.

"Good we can take a break here! Vasili, Riley, open that vending machine! Me and Fletcher will check the American's side. Butte, North, you checked the German's side." Said Eugene, while drinking from his canteen.

Vasili and Riley slams the vending machine forcing to open it from behind. "Okay, who wants soda free soda!" said Riley

They all drink soda except Vasili who drinks another bottle of vodka. "Where do you get it?" ask Riley. "We Russian hide a booze stash in the Reichstag. Want some?" "No."

Suddenly a growling sound can be heard from all over the asylum and gunshots can be heard, later, a chainsaw can be heard. "Ura! THEY GOT A CHAINSAW! Get ready. Defend this position and the vodka!" yell Vasili.

Eugene and Fletcher turns on the electricity and regroup with Butte and North.

Zombies come appearing from the burial ground. "Tango outside! Coming from the brurail ground! Kill them all" yell, Stanton.

Now the zombies appear to march to the nearest door without attacking in a goose step. "Ahh, the marching one can easily become haedshots!" said Stanton while aiming his M1 Garand to a zombies head.

Stanton's squad is pinned down while Eugene and the rest are still packing weapons. "Het what is this lever over here?" Said Butte while checking it. He pulled the lever.

When all hope seems to be lost for Stanton, Riley, Vasili and the rest of the squad, the doors strikes out elcetricity killing all zombies near them. "Comrades, we're outta here!" said Vasili.

They run to a garage and finds a German truck. "My lucky day. Anyone here can drive?" said Stanton. "I have once drove a German truck." said Riley

They all climbs to the back of the truck with Riley driving it. "Wait, where's Eugene and the others?" siad Erika. "Riley, get the truck near that window" yelled Stanton while still kiling zombies with his gun.

"Butte, have you and all of your comrades jump out of the window!" Vasili yelled to Butte.

They jumped to the truck into safety.

07:21, March 21, 2010 (UTC+7)

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(OOC: I am killing Wilding, I don't know where he is...)

Wilding had by this time thought himself dead, and was settled in an old apartment building. Knowing his dead comrades would soon come for him, he quickly writes on the outside walls in German, "You must ascend from darkness" and "Tick tock, a knock on the block takes it out". Pfc. Alex Ford by this time saw him writing and yelled out, "Yo! You one of those crazies?" Wilding finishes writing and yells "Amerikaner! Donner!" Alex shakes his head. "I don't speak Kraut. You speak English?" Widling shakes his head as well, not knowing there's a zombie behind him. "Uh, dude...there's a crazy behind you!" The zombie bites Wilding's leg, and knowing the fatality of the wound, he simply turns the M1 Carbine on himself and shoots. "NO!" Alex runs over and kills the zombie, and checks on Widling. He is already dead. "Fuuuuuuuuck....." Alex notices a truck approaching. "YO! YO! YOU GUYS AMERICANS?! I'M NOT INFECTED!!!" Cpl. Wilding 01:16, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

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"Okay, let's see about going back to the Reichstag and looking for survivors!" North said as he pumped his shotgun's action.

"Sounds like a plan!" Herzog said. "To the Reichstag, lads!" Riley added to Herzog's sentence.

The truck then sped towards the Reichstag, once again, the Thunder storm began to pick up again, with heavy wind and rain.

There were no Zombies in sight. "Good, I'm really starting to get scared." Erika said as she craddled herself up against North.

"It's alright, Erika. Every thing will turn out alright. I swear to god I'll get you home to America." North promised to Erika.

"Hey! quit the chatter, we need to focus on getting more survivors and finding Wilding, if he's even alive at this point." Stanton then Hollered.

"Yeah, wait! What the hell was that?" Eugene said as he noticed a shadow move from a corner,

"I dunno, but I anit stickin' around to find out...." Allen repeated to Eugene and the survivors.

"Hey, let's stop by a bar for a drink, I'm thirsty for my Vodka!" Vasili commented.

"Okay, then, I could use some spirits myself." Erika said.

"Well, lets stop by the local pub." Stanton agreed.

Braden 0.0 01:47, March 21, 2010 (UTC)