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?

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)

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, Okinawa, and Guadalcanal. 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.

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.

User:Random Man 0213

 * Name: Erika M. Callahan
 * Faction: Nurse for the U.S. Army Rangers
 * Rank: Medic
 * Weapon: .357 Magnum Revolver
 * 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.

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 ran back out of the armory and up the stairs into an open terrace.

Eugene transferred Brandon to Michael's shoulders and 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, and Brandon 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 is still in his apartement brushing his teeth. He thought the carnage is over, even though the "carnage" had just began.

Suddenly, zombies begin to climb the aparrement's wall and smashing at his window.

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

Zombies made it out of the window and attacked Vasili. Vasili is 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 cltothes, ammo, and two vodka bottles and leaves the apartement.

He reached the stairs and run down. Zombies began to run upstairs, he just shoot them and kick them all at once from top.

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

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

He kills every zombies outside near the door and tries to open the door.Get this stupid door open!I'm not a German and i'm not Rabies!"

Another German open the door and covers Vasili while he gets 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 run through the main hall to the living room while hearing a growling and gunfire.

"Zombies are breaking the roof trying to get inside!" Said an American. "We need a Bazzoka!" said another American.

After dealing with the zombies, they have 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 at 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. "Its 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.

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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 rused 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 hears a deep voice which says "Der Riese." Allen called the others and said that the radio was working. "Well about damn time!" Stanson said. The word Der Riese was repeating over and over in the radio, Wilding suddenly rused 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 are now asking questions to Wilding with Allen as the translator while Vasili is 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 tells 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 is only stationed there for a few weeks and never saw the zombies.

At night, it began to rain as the group decided to do they're work and check the Reichstag tomorrow. "My last bottle", said the drunk Vasili while he still making the last floors of the Reichstag with only one candle to see. Allen is trying to figure the radio with Wilding while Stanson and Riley is guarding the windows.

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

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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.

"Thats 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. "Were is it?" Stanton then asked.

"Um, it's in the basement of the Reichstage, 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) === 17=== As Cooper, Wilding, and Riley scouted the area ahead, Riley checked his Webley and finds only one bullet left. "Just my fucking luck!". As Vasili, Allan, and Stanton kill some zobies 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)