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It was dark, the room was moldy and the smell couldn't be more unusual than a chemical leak. The walls covered with blood stains of what remains and broken portraits and test tubes.
He opened his eyes, his blue iris scanned the moldy room and blood stains.
"What the fuck..." The 6'3 Marine muttered weakly at first, but he then jolt up in shock from the unfamiliar place. But his wrists are banned from moving, stucked to some straps.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" The Marine yelled out. He felt restricted from movement, something the Marine absolutely hates, the lack of freedom.
"Don't vorry about it. It's just some leather straps." A very strong German accent spoke in English. The Marine looked at the scientist. He growls in anger and the adrenaline shock.
"Who the heck are you, kraut?!" The Marine yelled. His arms shaking to punch the German, but he was completely harmless with restrains on. His shirt was taken off as his body was left with needle points on his wrist and abdomen, it was like he was used as a test subject for some sick experiments.
The German scientist wore a uniform similar to a n@zi general. His height around 5'10 and has quite a stereotypical "evil doctor" face.
"Calm down, Dempsey. Let me explain" The scientist was cut off by the yell from Dempsey.
"How the hell did you know my name?!" Dempsey yells.
"Let me finish, dummkopf! My name is Edward Richtofen. Hi." Richtofen calms down after being interrupted.
Dempsey seemingly puzzled and still angry, he looks at his wrist. "Gonna get this off me or what?!" He yelled. "Not yet. Not until the others see you're awake." Richtofen exclaimed.
"Others?..." Dempsey is confused now, his anger replaced with this feeling of the unknown. "What others?"
KABOOM!
The sound of glass shattering around the west wing of the base sent Dempsey into a little confused and panic frenzy.
"What was that?!" Dempsey asked with some weariness.
Richtofen turned to him, his less than amusing smile never faltering. "A sweet freund~"
The footsteps from the west wing came louder and louder, like a giant bear walking to its next meal.
"Argh, these disgusting things are not going to stop coming are they, Richtofen?" A very tall Red Army soldier came in with a rifle on one hand and a bottle of vodka on another. Seemingly half sober, he has quite the skills.
"Ja, Nikolai. We do have alot to deal with..." Richtofen snickers.
"What? Deal with what?! What are you buffoons talking about?!" Dempsey yells at the two with fear and confusion.
"Bah! It's an American. Not that I see an ugly one everyday..." Nikolai drinks his bottle of vodka after insulting Dempsey.
"I'll kick your ass off, fatass..." Dempsey replied, offended by the comment Nikolai made.
"Let's be civil, I do not vish for anymore destruction after the first one." Richtofen attempts to stop the bickering.
Dempsey groans in complete exhaustion of this conversation. Suddenly, he noticed a zombie behind Nikolai.
"HEY FATASS! BEHIND YOU!" Dempsey yelled out to Nikolai, who turned around to a leaping zombie about to bite him.
But the zombie barely graze his shoulder as it's head was sent flying to the opposite direction.
Nikolai blinked a little and continues to drink his vodka to forget about his close encounter to death.
"Woah..." Dempsey was in awe at that throw of the machete. He turned to see a Japanese soldier, probably around 5'6 and is quite skinny for a healthy soldier.
"Takeo, you are late. Get here." Richtofen said after trying to cut the strap. Takeo silently stared at Richtofen, he glanced at Nikolai and Dempsey, seemingly unimpressed by them.
Richtofen released Dempsey from his restrains and Dempsey sat up to shake his swollen wrist. "Much better..."
He then pulls Richtofen's collar, he slams his body to the bed he was on just now. "Now tell me where the fuck we are!" Dempsey yells out. Nikolai and Takeo seemingly not doing anything because they too, are unsure where they are.
"Ja! Ja! Let me free and I'll explain. I promise." Richtofen said calmly but has a hint of fear under that emotionless tone. Dempsey rolls his eyes and let Richtofen explain.
Dialogue
Richtofen: do you see zat soldier there?
Dempsey checks the window. He opens the covers a little and saw a German soldier walking funnily outside.
Dempsey: yea, what about it?
Richtofen: we call those "undeads" or zombies for some of you uncultured swines.
Nikolai: I just killed 12 of them. Why are there more?
Richtofen: oh, Nikolai. They spread faster than you think they would... a little bite and your whole life gone. You become a. Mindless. Walking. Freak.
Dempsey felt shivers down his spine, he sure damn well doesn't want to be a brain eating monster, neither getting bit by one.
Dempsey: gross... what do we do then?
Richtofen: we kill them. Well, at least until we find who's controlling them.
Dempsey: ...
Nikolai: This won't end well, will it?...
Dempsey: I bet.
Richtofen turns to all of them.
Richtofen: Firstly, we have to exit this flithy base. I hate it here. Smells like rotten breakfast beans.
Nikolai: How do we get out then? If we open that door, the undead gets in.
Richtofen: Ah I have that covered.
Dempsey: Really, how?
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Dempsey: You're making us fight, isn't it?
Richtofen: Indeed, Dempsey! You're so smart! Have a treat!
Dempsey groans in pure anger at this stupid decision, Nikolai sighs and gets his rifle ready while Takeo sharpens his katana.
Richtofen: Give me... hm...4 minutes. Kay? I'll be done in a hitch.
Richtofen walks to a crate, he opens it and starts taking out parts of a weird gun.
Dempsey: um...whatever. You better be quick.
The wooden door rattles violently, the planks holding it couldn't withstand the pressure of hundreds of zombies pushing any longer. As the gang get ready, the door breaks open and the minions of zombies flooded the entrance.
Dempsey: hope you're ready, fellas. This isn't gonna be easy...
-to be continued-