Forum:Tage der Albträume

'''Please use proper grammar and spelling when adding to a story. Failure to comply with this rule may result in being ejected from the roleplay.'''

Tage der Albträume is the Call of Duty Wiki's first official role-play, set in late 1945 following the outbreak of zombies throughout central Europe.

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

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

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

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

Rules

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

Participants

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

Chiafriend12

 * Name: Eugene Vicks
 * Faction: United States 101st Airborne Division
 * Rank: Sergeant
 * Weapon: M1 Garand, M1911
 * Previous experience: Dropped on D-Day, fought in Normandy, Market Garden, the Bulge and Germany until Hitler's surrender. Currently a member of the Allied occupying force in Germany.
 * Requirements to use: None on the condition that nothing drastic will be said or done by him


 * 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.
 * Requirements to use: N/A; may not be used

EightOhEight

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

Icepacks

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


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

Braden 0.0

 * Name: James Stanton
 * Faction: United States 82nd Airborne Division
 * Rank: Corporal
 * Weapon: M1 Garand, M1911
 * Previous experience: Dropped in Sicily, Italy, Normandy, Holland, Belgium, and the Rhine. Lost most of his Platoon during the D-day drops due to AA gun fire. Has a scar on his stomach where a German soldier's bayonet nicked him, which almost killed him during Market Garden.
 * Requirements to use: Feel free to use him, but If you want to kill him or abuse/Injure him, contact me first!


 * Name: Edward Allan
 * 'Faction: United States 1st Infantry division (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.
 * Requirements to use: Feel free to use him, but If you want to kill him or abuse/Injure him, contact me first!


 * 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.
 * Requirements to use: Feel free to use him, but If you want to kill him or abuse/Injure him, contact me first!


 * Name: Arthur North
 * Faction: United States Marine Corps 1st Marine Raiders division
 * Rank: Private
 * Weapon: M1897 Trench Gun
 * Previous experience: Fought in Pearl Harbor where the Pacific war started. Participated in the landings at Makin atoll, Guadalcanal, Tarawa atoll, and Okinawa. Sent to Europe on a peace keeping mission.
 * Requirements to use: Feel free to use him, but If you want to kill him or abuse/Injure him, contact me first!

Cpl. Wilding

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


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

Toilet Bowl Soldier

 * Name: Riley 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
 * Requirements to use:

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.
 * Requirements to use:

Griever0311

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

Raven's wing

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

Random Man 0213

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

Shadowwnet123

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


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

HyperK

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

J-money

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

Omega 8o8

 * Name: Nigel Hastings
 * Faction: British RaF (MIA)
 * Rank: Sergeant
 * Weapon: None(will build on this)
 * Previous Experience: Originally a Corporal in the British Army, he got injured in a training exercise. He left the infantry and joined the RaF, a dumb idea. He was shot down in the Battle of Britain in 1940, and was picked up by German Luftwaffe pilots. His whereabouts are unknown.
 * Requirements to use: I want to build upon my own character, but I would like him to coincide with another character, preferably that character giving him a weapon.


 * Name: John Heinz
 * Faction: None, German scientist
 * Weapon: none, only a supposed antidote that is a major plot twist
 * Previous Experience: He was researching an antidote for the zombie infections (ala I AM LEGEND) in a small laboratory. He was headed to a small prison complex in search of food when he was mauled by zombies. His antidote stopped the zombie in its tracks and transformed it back to a human, but killed it. He currently has 2 vials left.
 * Requirements to use:

7th Body

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

Lieutenant J.J

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

Sith-venator

 * Name: Jack "Venator" Stugenbower
 * Faction: 2nd Rangers Battalion
 * Rank: Sergeant
 * Weapon: T20 Rifle (Variant of the M1 Garand and considered the prototype of the M14 Rifle), Trenchgun
 * Previous Experience: Served with the Rangers since D-Day, strong silent type after fighting at Pearl Harbor.
 * Requirements to use:

Darthkenobi0

 * Name: Samuel Smith
 * Faction: 1st Infantry Division (Big Red One)
 * Rank: Private
 * Weapons: M1 Garand, bayonet, Mauser 98 w/ scope (relic from the Great War), captured Walther P38
 * Previous Experience: Hunted with dad back home in Northern California, top marks with rifle during basic, joined when he turned eighteen (18), and served during the Ardennes Offensive.
 * Requirements to use: Permission by user, letters may be created (with style mimicking existing letter) without permission.

JediExile133

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

CaptainNate

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


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


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


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


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

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)

2
Michael and Eugene took up firing positions behind collapsed support pillars as the pounding continued. Then they heard a voice mutter out, "Stupid door.." and then firing noises.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Braden 0.0

4
"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)

5
Meanwhile, Riley heard distant sounds of gunfire and some zombies running after his Jeep while driving in the streets of Berlin, and he then asked himself "Is it bloody Halloween already?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who was that?" Stanton asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Possibly. It is a large building."

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

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

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

21:31, March 19, 2010 (UTC)

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Take what you can carry," he instructed.

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

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

"What's that smell?" Vicks inquired.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're alone here?" Said Vasili.

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

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

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

"We need a Bazooka!" said another American.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who was that?" Vasili inquired.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Alright!" Allen answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know her!" Allan said in suprise.

"Who is she?" Stanton asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The four heads turned around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

30 minutes later...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Erika smiled and took the MP-40 gratefully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" Eugene was clearly puzzled.

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

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

"Yeah right," muttered Riley under his breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

"Good. That will do."

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

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

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

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

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

"Really now?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So long, zombie..."

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

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

He shoved on the door till it clicked.

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

"And the pop found a gun!"

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

Just then, he heard a sound from the street.

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

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

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

"Last name?" Replied Hastings.

"Like it matters. Heinz."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's move."

They headed down the street.

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

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

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

Upon seeing this sight, Nigel Hastings screamed in amazement.

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

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

"And when do antidotes reanimate headless zombies?"

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

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

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

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

"Now thats a flat, eh Heinz?"

"Wunderbar. I say you go first."

Hastings opened the door.

He was not prepared for what he saw.

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

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

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Pre-Zombie

October 10, 1945

Dear Mom and Dad,

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

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

Love, Sam

Beginning of zombie outbreak

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

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

"A'ight, thanks Johnny boi."

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

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

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

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

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

"Com on in bois and explain tuh us!"

They left the car and walked to Johnny and Sam.

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

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

several hours later

"Wh... where am I?"

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

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

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

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

He looked at her solemnly.

"Oh... Was anyone else injured?"

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

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

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

"No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Cole felt very much alone. He had been too used to teamwork, but now that he was a sole warrior, he would have to rethink all of his strategies. He gripped his FG42 like a vice grip and stopped abruptly. He thought he heard a sound; he turned around and shouldered his weapon. He felt a chill go up his spine but he decided to keep following the others. He was starting to get hungry, but food wasn't really something that was surplus in the ruins of the Reichstag. He slid down the tunnel and landed on his feet. He took a second to recover from the impact. He followed the fading voices and didn't care much for his footsteps right then. He reached a wall and peeked around the corner and saw the shadows of a woman and three soldiers. That's strange; he swroe there were five last time. He heard the voices loudly and clearly now. He saw the shadows stop; Cole held his breath. "Wait, stop!" a rough voice said. The voice echoed: 'Stop...stop...stop..stop..." "What's wrong?" said the woman "You guys hear something? It's coming from behind," ame gruff voice said. "You're really creeping me out. Let's keep moving," said another voice. Cole exhaled quietly. He continued to follow. Shadowwnet123 01:20, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

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C.Long saw that the survivors were only a crowd of zombies. When they noticed him, he waited for the first one to run at him. Beheading him with the Bowie, he proceeded to fire bursts of Sten ammo at the other 3. With ammo not exactly in surplus, he decided not to try that stunt again. But still 400 rounds left. He turned around... "BARK!!RRRR...RRRBARK!" "Hounds!" The demonic dogs that were associated with the zombies had appeared. Employing the Sten, he took out 16 rounds on it, and used the bayonet to kill it. But as he turned around, a rifle butt hit him in the back of the head, knocking him out cold.

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

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Snowa emptied a few Kar98 rounds into three zombies. "Eat it!" He shouts laughing. "SAAAAAAAAAM!" "Oh god!" He panics and throws a grenade. A Hellhound pounces at Snowa, but he splatters the dog everywhere. He is down to 2 mags on his Kar98 and has a worn Knife. "I have to find someone. Quickly." Perhaps Snowa had finally met his match, he thought to himself as he ran toward what sounded like gunfire.

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Snowa runs for his life as five zombies and two Hellhounds chase him down. Snowa cooks a grenade for 2 seconds and drops it behind him, killing all but a Hellhound. The Dog pounces him but doesn't get far. "Get off you mutt!" A gunshot is heard and the dog falls down. Snowa looks over and sees a Rook stumbling toward him. "Name and Rank." Snowa shouts. "Private First Class Tucker, I just got here and I-" "Alright thats enough, I am now your commander, lets go." Snowa utters. "Okay, sir." The two walk toward the gunfire and flames.

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The Duo continues toward the gunfire. They see four soldiers holding off zombies. "Hey are those survivors?" One soldier shouts. "I think so, hey!" One replies. "Yeah! We're not zombies!" They run toward them. "Get in the house over there." He points toward a boarded up house down the street, or what ever it now is. They run into the house with the other three behind them. The lock the door. The two stare at the strangers who look terrified, one can imagine.

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"Let us introduce ourselves, I am Captain Marshall, this is Victor, and this is Debet. There, who are you?" Snowa grins. "Well smartass I am Sergeant Snowa and this is, um." Tucker frowns. "Private Tucker, sir!" "FNG I see, well do either of you know how to fight?" Marshall asks. "Yes." "No." Everyone looks at Tucker. Marshall tosses him a Thompson. "Well we're gonna teach you how to, but not now. We have a tank on the way to pick us up." Tucker lashes out. "A damn tank, thats the best bloody help we're getting?" "It's better than nothing!" Tucker sits down and reloads. "Whats the plan?" Snowa asks. "Theres a group of survivors not far from here that we have trouble contacting, I think they have help on the way." Snowa stops breathing for two seconds. "So we're going over there?" "Yes, let's go."