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I don't know where I should post it. Probably in the Media forums or something. Anyways, here's my story that I made up. EDIT (supersickie) The following tale contains adult language in a semi-censored form. You've been warned. Thanks supersickie! The story you about to read is solely based on the hit game, Call of Duty: World At War's mode, Nazi Zombies. All of this is fiction and is only a theory of mine that I think what happened in there. I don't own Nazi Zombies, Treyarch does. May contain content not suitable for children. December 13th, 1941 The German Army was in full spirits, marching through the streets like the Gods of the Earth. While many feared the German Army, some were encouraged by them. Encouraged enough to create a new army, one that will not feel pain, one that will kill anything in its path? one that cannot die. ?Peter. Go to Verruckt and investigate the deaths of the researchers?, General Pendleton said. ?Yes sir?, Peter reluctantly said. Peter was an American soldier. He joined the army when he was 22 years old, and he wanted to make something of his life. As a foster child, he always hated his life, never truly appreciating every second of it. While he was off sleeping in base camp, many soldiers were out battling the German Army in World War II. He would complain to his officials that he was ready for war, but many thought he was not. But researchers in a isolated building had been killed by an unknown enemy, so Pendleton thought of giving something simple as investigating the killings was fair enough, and many agreed. ?Sir, this isn?t fair?, Peter said. ?Why is that?, said Pendleton. ?I always seem to do all the dirty work.? ?What are you talking about? This is going to be your first important mission, and you think it's ?dirty work??? ?Why yes! It's always you and everybody else who gets to fight. Why can?t I be a real soldier and??. ?That?s enough of you!? Pendleton said. He was beginning to go red in the face, almost as though he wanted to throw a fist at Peter. ?You are a real soldier. Everybody in this ****ing army is a real soldier. So act like one and follow orders!? ?Sir, yes sir.? That was all Peter said to General Pendleton. He went off to bed, having trouble sleeping in knowing his first ?important? mission was being wasted on investigating dead people. Thoughts like, I want to kill people, not study them, and Why me, were filling his head, and with that he finally fell asleep. 0500 Military Hours ?Peter, get ready for your mission. We expect you to report back at 2000 hours, so make sure you have some descent information.? General Pendleton said. ?Sir, yes sir!? Peter said. He was up, getting ready for his mission since 0400 hours. He was packing a bottle water, two MREs, a .357 Magnum, a standard issue knife, and a Kar98 for his trip. He was cleaning his guns, as if was to really shoot someone. He knew it's highly unlikable, but he felt it was a hobby to him to do it. He was now cleaning his Kar98, when Pendleton came in. ?You?ll be going with Lieutenant Kennedy. He?ll escort you to Verruckt during your trip.? ?Why? Don?t you trust me to go by myself?? Peter said. ?I do, but the enemy might still be there. I just want my soldier to come back alive.? ?Okay sir. Sorry to question you.? ?Well Peter. If you do accomplish to find something, then perhaps you will be ready for war.? Pendleton said, grinning at the thought. As he left, he started to mutter something, something along the lines of, May God protect you. Peter, now a slight happier than before, was emerging from his tent and was heading toward Lieutenant Kennedy at 0530 hours. ?Let?s go bro. I heard these guys know how to put up a fight. It's going to be some fun **** in there!? Lieutenant Kennedy said. Peter just laughed at how Kennedy thought they were going to fight. Peter just sat quietly for the rest of the flight to Verruckt, still remembering what General Pendleton said. Perhaps I?ll be ready for war he thought. Yes, yes. 1030 Military Hours Peter was getting off the plane with Lieutenant Kennedy, he heard a scream. Aaarrrggghhh! ?Holy ****, what was that!? Peter said, his voice a little shaky. ?Might be a survivor. Come on and hurry up.? Kennedy said, now pulling out his PTRS-41. As Peter walked toward the gate, he tried to push it open, but something was keeping the gates from opening. ?Peter, I see a lock on it. Try shooting it with your .357 Magnum.? Peter took aim at the lock, but froze at what he saw. He saw blood, dried from age on the lock. He could smell the foul odor from where he was and was struggling to pull the trigger of his weapon. Finally, what seemed like eternity, he pulled his weapons trigger for the first time, and shot the lock clean off. ?Let?s go in and get out already.? Peter said. ?Ya, I have a strange feeling about this place.? Kennedy said. Both men went in through the main door of the building. It was barely visible and it smelled heavy of blood. They were on high alert, pointing their guns on anything that looked like a threat. Kennedy had his PTRS-41 out, while Peter switched his weapon for his Kar98. Both were scared at what lie ahead of them. Then a scream from behind echoed the room. ?Movement at 6 o?clock!? Yelled the now frightened Kennedy. He shot first, still moving at the same pace he was before. Peter was frozen still in the shabby room, only seeing lights from Kennedy?s gunfire. Then Kennedy yelled again. ?Peter, shoot at the window!? Peter turned and saw a man climbing through the window, dressed in a Nazi uniform and screaming I a horrible voice. Aaarrrggghhh! Peter was now shaking uncontrollably. He was taking aim at the man, still scared from the chaos that was around him. But something was not right. He pulled the trigger, but nothing. ?****, it's still on safety!? Peter shouted in anger. He took off the safety and shot the Kar98, wounding the man, but not stopping him. Peter shot again. The man fell to the floor, but now it came crawling to him. Peter shot again, this time killing the man, just 2 feet away from him. Kennedy and Peter just stared at each other, fearing the worst. ?I?ll board the windows. You board the door.? Kennedy said. Peter went immediately to the door they entered. He wanted nothing to do with the men that had attacked them. He boarded the door with anything he could find: floor boards, chairs, equipement, anything to keep the men outside. Peter and Kennedy were tired. They wanted to take a rest, a short nap at the most. So both men decided so, and that they?ll take off when they get their energy back. So Peter went to sleep on the floor, and Kennedy went to sleep on a nearby chair. Both were just lucky they survived the attack? just lucky. 1200 Military Hours Peter woke up, then walked to Kennedy to wake him up. When Kennedy woke up as well, his eyes widen. ?Peter? those aren?t men we killed.? He said, now pointing on the floor. Peter glanced at the men, and found out Kennedy was right. The dead bodies were soaked in black blood, resembling tar in the morning sun. The bodies also had glowing eyes, and teeth that were more cannibal than human. Peter was realizing that these? these? things? were the ones who killed the researchers. Peter, now fearing he?ll be next, urged Kennedy to leave with him. ?Sure, let?s get the **** out of here!? Kennedy said. Both men went to the main door, but halted suddenly. They thought, What if there?s more, and then decided to peek out the window to see if any other of the things were out there. Peter went first to look. He first saw nothing but an empty yard, possibly beautiful place to visit if they weren?t being stalked by things. He then saw a statue of a man. Then he caught something of his attention, then he started to feel scared. ?Peter, what?s wrong?? Kennedy said. Peter started to feel more in scared, then he said something that made both men shake in terror. ?They? they destroyed our plane. We?re trapped in here? with them.? 1230 Military Hours Peter and Kennedy just sat on the floor, waiting for an answer. Were they to die in the hands of the things? Are they to become one of them? Is anybody coming to look for them? These were questions that both Peter and Kennedy couldn?t answer. Then one Kennedy spoke. ?If we want to survive, we need to come up with a strategy. We need to come up with information on those guys.? Kennedy said. ?Well, what should we call them?? Peter said. ?I guess we can call them zombies.? ?Ya, zombies is good.? ?So what should we do now? Our only options are running away from here, or we find a way to contact help.? ?Well, I say we stay and find a way to contact the army. Running from here would just get us into a bigger swarm of zombies.? ?Good plan, Peter. I think we can activate the power around here and use a radio transmitter to contact them. So should we go upstairs?? ?Ya. That will work.? So both men set off to the nearest door they can find. Kennedy opened it cautiously, then stepped inside. Peter picked up some nearby wood, and boarded the door. ?Just in case?, he said. Both men walked a few steps before they found weapons on the floor, and then they decided to pick some up for extra firepower. Kennedy picked up an MP40, while Peter was able to get a Double-Barrel Shotgun. ?I can?t carry more weapons.? Peter said. ?Well just hang some on the walls just in case we still need them.? Kennedy said So Peter was putting his Kar98 up, when he heard Kennedy to shout in pain. ?****, my leg! ************ got my leg!? Peter turned to find four zombies swarming Kennedy, all trying to take him for themselves. Peter ran toward them and shot them each with the Double-Barrel Shotgun. All of them moaned, then they lay life-less on the floor.Peter, who was on his guard now, helped Kennedy onto his feet and examined his injury. Kennedy?s foot was covered in the zombie?s black blood, and Kennedy?s foot was riddled in teeth marks. Peter was no sure what to do, so he just took ripped off the left side of his shirt and wrapped Kennedy?s leg in it. ?Peter, my leg is burning. Make it stop, PLEASE!? Kennedy shouted. ?Don?t worry, Kennedy. I?ll get us out of here. Just hang on.? With that, Peter put Kennedy on his back, and carried him up the stairs, once again gathering up anything he could find to block the entry way to the second floor before the zombies can follow him. 1430 Military Hours Peter had put Kennedy down on a bed he found in a room that was covered in blood. Peter had enough with the investigation. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to just be asleep when the zombies come to kill him. He wanted it to be all over. But no. He decided that he would try to survive and he would try to save Kennedy from death. So Peter started to investigate the area. He walked around the place for hours, and only found out little things that would help. He found out that a serious event happened that was connected to the zombies in a way. So he searched for something to write with, which he found chalk, and then started to write down on the walls. Help! Is what he wrote first. He thought that maybe someone would see his messages, so he would write as much as he can. He then wrote 19382406, in hopes people would know what it means. He then wrote ?, because he didn?t know what was behind the thing. Peter was amazed at his work, and he would use the writings in case he forgot about what he learned. As he was getting ready to pick up Kennedy and head for the room to turn on the power, he heard Kennedy moan. ?Kennedy, what?s wrong.? Peter said. Kennedy didn?t respond, he just moaned. Peter asked again, but no respond. Peter was now going to believe his comrade was dead, when Kennedy bit Peter?s hand. ?Kennedy, what the ****!? Peter was now in great pain, not only from the bite, but from the fact that Kennedy, his own comrade, has begun attacking him. Peter was realizing that when the zombie bit Kennedy, the zombie infected Kennedy with some disease of some sort, a virus, and that this virus turned Kennedy into a zombie as well. With all his might, Peter took out his standard issue knife and stabbed Kennedy in the throat with tears coming out of his eyes. Peter cried when he stared at his comrade die a slow and painful death. Peter cried when he saw his knife covered in his comrade?s blood. Peter cried when he knew he failed saving his comrade?s life? no? his friend?s life. 1500 Military Hours Peter?s arm was swelling up. He was in a pain he never felt before, and a pain he was familiar with. He was alone, and he already knew how that felt, but he never had a friend leave him alone. He went toward Kennedy?s body, and knew he would end up like Kennedy if he did not remove the virus from his body. To do that, he needed to remove his arm. With his knife, he began cutting his now infected arm, biting his torn shirt in the pain he was inflicting himself. Seconds went by, then minutes, but nothing. He just made the cut deep into the bone, but he needed to cut it off. So with blood dripping everywhere, he walked into another room, his bloody hand dangling by its bone, the other with the Double-Barrel Shotgun. The room was empty. He remembered he wrote on the walls. He saw the Help! sign he made, and thought, Yes ,yes! I need Help! He sat in a chair, and he found a saw near it. He knew it was the only way to save himself from the same fate of Kennedy, so he went into the power room that was just two rooms down, turned the power on, prepared the machine, and sat down to saw his arm off. Crunch! Peter screamed as he saw his arm spill more blood. He screamed at the sound of his bone crushing at the fate of the saw. He couldn?t bare it. He wanted to turn it off, but knew he rather live without one arm then become the monsters that killed his friend. He bit his shirt and began to cry as he shouted in pain, until finally he saw his arm hit the floor. He was bleeding excessively now, so he ripped his right side of his shirt off and wrapped his bloody injury in it. He was now to fend for himself, alone, in pain, and with only one arm. Peter was now going insane, and he didn?t know if he wanted to live anymore. 2100 Military Hours ?Where?s Peter and Lieutenant Kennedy!? General Pendleton said. ?I thought we had told them to report back at 2000 hours. It's already 2100 hours!? ?Maybe something bad happened to them sir?, Captain Miller said. ?Miller? you may be right. I want you and your best men to go to Verruckt and find Peter and Kennedy.? ?Sir, yes sir!? After Miller said that, he went to gather his best men, Private Johnson, Lieutenant Perry, and Private Anderson. They all went to their tent?s equipped themselves for the flight. Before they left, General Pendleton said good luck, and left. They landed at 2230 hours, and they approached the open gate. They entered the building through a window that seemed to have been boarded, but was demolished. They then followed a trail of blood to the stairs, where they unblocked its path and went up. They found large amount of bodies on the floor, and they began to get scared, when they found a dead Kennedy on the floor, mouth full of blood and jagged teeth. ?Oh Jesus, what happened here?? Captain Miller said. ?I think that?s Kennedy sir.? Private Johnson said. Lieutenant Perry began to say, ?Well, Kennedy looks like he went through a lot of?? but something interrupted him. ?Did you hear that? It sounded like a man shouting.? Private Anderson said. ?Can it be Peter?? ?Only one way to find out.? Captain Miller said. The men went through a room with a saw covered in blood, and walls covered in messages. The men read the messages, but kept moving forward. They went pass a hallway, then into a bright room. In a corner, near a switch, was a note written in German: "To Whom This May Concern, Wir haben die amerikanischen Soldaten namens Peter mit uns Shi Nr. Numa genommen. Wir werden das Sammeln von Informationen von ihm und er wird so bald wie m?glich zurückgegeben werden. Wir werden uns gut um ihn k?mmern, und wir werden ihm nicht weh tun, wenn er kooperiert. Mit freundlichen Grüßen, Die deutsche Armee P.S. Der amerikanische Gespr?che über'ein Zombies "Partie. Wir vermuten, es ist die M?nner schossen wir fr?her in der Halle. " ?What does it say?? Captain Miller said. ?I?ll translate, said Private Johnson. ?I read German.? Private Johnson picked up the note, and began to read. ?To Whom This May Concern We have taken the American soldier named Peter with us to Shi No Numa. We will be gathering information from him and he will be returned as soon as possible. We will take good care of him and we will not hurt him if he cooperates. Sincerely, The German Army P.S. The American talks about ?zombies? a lot. We suspect it's the men we shot earlier in the main hall.? ?Zombies? What?s that supposed? ? Captain Miller was interrupted. He heard a loud yell of some sort outside the room, and turned to see what the German Army, and Peter, meant. Zombies were coming in, swarming the entire area around them. The men fought on bravely, radioing back to General Pendleton that zombies were everywhere, that zombies killed Kennedy, and that the German Army kidnapped Peter. As they fought on, Private Johnson was killed by a zombie from behind. Private Anderson was killed by a zombie that had begun crawling toward him, something that Peter had wrote on the wall referring to it as a crawler. Only Lieutenant Perry and Captain Miller were left. They ran through the hallway, shooting all their ammo at the zombies. They cursed them and went down the stairs. Suddenly, a zombie burst through the wall and killed Lieutenant Perry, and now Captain Miller was left to fend for himself. He ran pass the bloody walls that Peter wrote on with the blood of his sawed off arm. Captain Miller ran outside, into the plane, and tried to turn it on, but nothing. Now, with all hope gone, he sat there, thinking of how Peter was able to manage himself while he can?t manage with three other people. He smiled a bit at the thought that Peter, of all people, was actually more than ready for war. So as Miller sat there, he decided he would fight to the death, like what Peter did. ?Come and get me *************! ? He yelled. From behind him, zombies had been in the plane, waiting. With a final effort, Miller shot hectically with his Thompson, aiming at anything, yelling? yelling. Then a whisper of something: Well done Peter. Well done, soldier.

2009-10-24 21:49:00 Author: CyberSora Posts: 5551

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We have a 'creative writing' forum. Anyway, I'll have a look at this later.

2009-10-24 22:23:00 Author: ARD Posts: 4291

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We have a 'creative writing' forum. Anyway, I'll have a look at this later. Oh. Thanks for that. I'll see if I can move it there( that's without deleting this.Seriously, typing hurts the fingers ).

2009-10-24 22:27:00 Author: CyberSora Posts: 5551

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If you have no idea what this story's about, then go here: http://www.callofduty.com/codww

2009-10-25 07:48:00 Author: CyberSora Posts: 5551

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Moved to "Creative Writing" and edited to warn users of adult content within.

2009-10-25 14:50:00 Author: supersickie Posts: 1366

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can you put it into spoilers please? i love reading but i cant read masssive chunks on the computer,

2009-10-25 15:00:00 Author: Kern Posts: 5078

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Sorry, call me noobish, but I don't know how. I wasn't really apart of the community (I mean posting, interacting, etc.) until last month. So I still need help.

2009-10-26 07:14:00 Author: CyberSora Posts: 5551

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[SPOILER*][/SPOILER*] without the stars

2009-10-26 11:21:00 Author: Kern Posts: 5078

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zomg... That was epic. I could imagine reading some short story like this and then my teacher would make me write a two page essay on peter's accomplishments, wit, and bravery, lol

2009-10-26 22:04:00 Author: Incinerator22 Posts: 3251

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Now can you tell me how to edit the spoiler's text. Like instead of saying, "click to see full text" it can say, "Chapter I" and so on.

2009-10-27 00:34:00 Author: CyberSora Posts: 5551

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[spoile*r=Hello there]Wassup[/spoiler] sans * comes out as Wassup Also, epically long story there my man, I'll read it when I can!

2009-10-27 00:40:00 Author: dawesbr Posts: 3280

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Finished editing it!

2009-10-27 00:58:00 Author: CyberSora Posts: 5551

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I changed the name of the story for future reasons.

2009-10-27 22:45:00 Author: CyberSora Posts: 5551

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not peter rabbit!! Curse you!!!! whyd you click it?

2009-10-28 11:29:00 Author: Kern Posts: 5078

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Phew, just read the whole lot! Nice story, Cyber, I must say! I definitely felt a build of anticipation, and it really did feel like a good zombie survival horror. At some points, the grammar and phrasing seemed entirely correct, but it didn't seem to flow right, for example " as if was to really shoot someone. He knew it's highly unlikable, but he felt it was a hobby to him to do it. " To me, it should be "as if HE was GOING to really HAVE TO shoot someone. He knew it WAS highly UNLIKELY (unlikable= does not like it), but he felt it was a HABIT FOR him to do it." Most of those changes are purely grammatical, and, strangely enough, most of them aren't necessary, but I think it gives it more of a flow, instead of "jarring". The unlikable/unlikely one is essential to change, unless you really did mean that he didn't want to shoot someone, which is not the message conveyed by the rest of the story. At any rate, quirky grammar aside, this was a great read and I'm glad you posted it! Thanks!

2009-10-28 13:09:00 Author: dawesbr Posts: 3280

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Thanks! I was suprised people thought this story was good, especially after I typed it since 5:00 A.M.! I guess the grammar thing came from me dozing off!

2009-10-28 22:27:00 Author: CyberSora Posts: 5551

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It's not that the grammar was wrong, it's that...it was sort of like a foreigner who had learned english as a second language and was "fluent" in it typed it - the grammar is fine, but it's just not how I would normally say it.

2009-10-28 22:33:00 Author: dawesbr Posts: 3280

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You mean fragments? Grammar errors? Well anyways, thanks for feedback!

2009-10-28 22:52:00 Author: CyberSora Posts: 5551

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Like I said before, it's just little things. Like how cleaning his gun was a "hobby" before a battle without the prospect of an actual battle. Hobby is a word that definitely fits, but its more...recreational. An obsession seems more fitting, because its unnecessary and doesn't serve a visible purpose at the time. Oh well, I can't be bothered to argue the points any longer after the Site Feedback fiasco.

2009-10-28 23:48:00 Author: dawesbr Posts: 3280

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Don't worry, I'm not the type to argue much. I usually just drop the conversation after a while... which is ironic, because my characters don't drop it as quickly as I do!

2009-10-29 00:34:00 Author: CyberSora Posts: 5551

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