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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. Old men make wars? young men fight them. Sehr geehrter Herr Doktor Richtofen, Ich bin den Transport der Proben, wie wir sprechen. Wir wissen, dass Sie erwartet, dass sie bei 1400 Stunden, aber wir hatten ein kleines Problem mit der Ladung. Sie ri? sich los und fast etwas unseren Piloten. Zum Gl?ck waren wir in der Lage, sie zu kontrollieren und sie festschnallen im hinteren Teil des Flugzeugs. Wir erwarten Sie in 1525 Stunden zu sehen. Captain Baldwin Sehr geehrter Herr Doktor Richtofen, Ich schreibe dies nur etwa f?nf siebzehn Minuten, nachdem wir abgest?rzt. Die Untoten haben lose in der Gegend gebrochen. Unser Pilot, der Gefreite Falke, wurde von einem gebissen. Wir hatten keine andere Wahl, als ihn in das Flugzeug zu verlassen, denn die Zombies umgaben ihn schon. Wir sprechen hier Zuflucht in einem kleinen Geb?ude. Es ist 1422 Stunden. Captain Baldwin Sehr geehrter Herr Doktor Rcichtofen Richtofen, Sorry for my bad speklling Rechtschreibung, ich bin in Eile hier. Die Untoten haben retuened zurück, aber in Zahlen. Wir k?mpften sich ein Schwarm swrm fr?her, einen Schwarm von drei, denke ich. Nun dre's gibt es mindestens acht. Einer von ihnen ist Lance Corporal Falke. Wir relize realisieren wir sind nicht hier raus. Ich und der othe anderen Menschen, den will Leutinant Lieutenant Emerson, Private Geffrey und Private Gallup unser Bestes tun, um die H?he der Monster hier zu reduzieren. Ich hoffe, wir k?nnen diese Foul tigs Dinge loswerden. Captain Badliwin Baldwin Sehr geehrter Herr Dr. Richtofen Die ******** hat Cpt. Baldwin. M?ge er in Frieden ruhen. Ich nahm es auf mich, Ihnen zu schreiben Arzt. Ich hoffe, Sie und Dr. Maxis k?nnen herausfinden, wie man dieses Dilemma zu erhalten. Wir halten hier sehr gut, vor allem aus einer ungeraden Element. Wir traten in einen Raum mit einer Box, eine leere Schachtel. Sobald die Zombies kam, war das Feld am Leben. Es war wie es war besessen zu werden. Wir h?rten ein M?dchen schreien, und dann, wie aus dem Nichts, das Feld zu machen begann Waffen erscheinen, verschwinden und wieder erscheinen. Emerson war Leutnant in der Lage, eine bizarre Waffe, die der T?tung ein Zombie mit einem Schuss f?hig war, zu erhalten. Wir entschieden uns, nennen es ein Ray Gun, bieten die gr?nen Strahlen schie?t. Egal, wir werden sehen, durch diese. Private Geffrey Sehr geehrter Herr Dr. Richtofen, Das wäre es, tote Menschen! Wir konnten zu dem Tier, das ******* D?monen Kontrolle! Private Gallup wahnsinnig und schrieb überdie W?nde mit gerade ungef?hr alles, was er gefunden. Dann sprang er aus dem zweiten Stock ?ffnung in der N?he der Treppe und wurde von den Zombies unter get?tet. Nur ich und Leutnant Emerson ?brig sind, aber die Ray Gun Lieutenant Emerson gab mir zur Neige geht, unsere Fenster an Bord werden aufgeschl?sselt werden die Blockstufen wird abgerissen, die verschlossene T?r mit "Hilfe!" Auf sie abgerissen und der schlimmste von allen, war Leutnant Emerson in die Kehle aufgeschlitzt. W?hrend ich dies schreibe, ist er schwer atmend, seine Kehle Gurgeln mit Blut gef?llt. Ich habe nichts anderes ?brig, als diese letzte Nachricht zu schreiben. Bitte informieren Sie meinen Freunden und meiner Familie, dass ich aus einem anderen Grund gestorben sind, und nicht von dieser schrecklichen Alptraum, alles andere als diese schrecklichen Alptraum. Private Geffrey Sehr geehrter Herr Dr. Richtofen, Ich h?re sie. Ich h?re die Zombies, Vergeltung anzugreifen. Die Sache ist, bin ich es nicht, wer sie angreifen sind. Es ist der Amerikaner. Oh Freude! Ich f?hlte mich nie so gl?cklich, so dankbar Ankunft der Amerikaner. W?hrend ich dies schreibe, sind die Amerikaner k?mpfen durch die Schw?rme von Zombies. Ich bin gerettet! Was Lieutenant Emerson, schoss ich ihn. Er wurde zu einem der Wesen, und ich hatte keine andere Wahl, als ihn zu erschie?en. M?ge seine Seele, zusammen mit den anderen Menschen, die ich k?mpfte mit, in Frieden ruhen. Ich hoffe, Sie wieder zu sehen. Private Geffrey Richtofen, Wir fanden euren Soldaten in einem Geb?ude mit Toten gef?llt. Wir lesen die Menschen Briefe, und von den Blicken von ihm glauben wir, dass Sie diese Dinge geschaffen, nicht wahr? Diese Zombies, wie dieser Mann sie nennt, sind eine Bedrohung f?r die Menschheit. Wir bitten Sie um Ihre Position zu zeigen, und wir kommen zu Ihnen f?r Fragen abzurufen. Wir werden dir nichts tun, aber wenn n?tig, werden wir. General Pendleton P.S. Ich hoffe, mein Deutsch war gut. Peter looked confused. He didn?t understand the language. He turned to Dr. Richtofen ?I can?t understand this.? Richtofen replied, ?I?ll read it to you.? He took the letters and read them out loud. Dear Doctor Richtofen, I?m transporting the specimens as we speak. We know you expected them at 1400 hours, but we had a minor problem with the cargo. They broke loose and almost bit our pilot. Luckily, we were able to control them and strap them down in the back of the plane. We expect to see you in 1525 hours. Captain Baldwin Dear Doctor Richtofen, I?m writing this just about five seventeen minutes after we crashed. The zombies have broken loose in the area. Our pilot, Lance Corporal Falke, was bitten by one. We had no choice but to leave him in the plane, for the zombies were surrounding him already. We?re talking refuge in a small building. It's 1422 hours. Captain Baldwin Dear Doctor Rcichtofen Richtofen, Sorry for my bad speklling spelling, I?m in a hurry here. The zombies have retuened returned, but in more numbers. We fought off a swrm swarm earlier, a swarm of three I think. Now thre?s there?s at least eight. One of them is Lance Corporal Falke. We relize realize we are not getting out of here. I and the othe other men, Leutinant Lieutenant Emerson, Private Geffrey, and Private Gallup will do our best to reduce the amount of the monsters here. I hope we can rid of these foul tigs things. Captain Badliwin Baldwin Dear Dr. Richtofen The ******** got Cpt. Baldwin. May he rest in peace. I took it upon myself to write to you doctor. I hope you and Dr. Maxis can figure out how to get this dilemma. We are holding up here pretty well, especially from an odd item. We entered a room with a box, an empty box. As soon as the zombies came, the box came alive. It was like it was being possessed. We heard a girl scream, and then, out of nowhere, the box began to make weapons appear, disappear, and reappear. Lieutenant Emerson was able to get a bizarre weapon that was capable of killing a zombie with one shot. We decided to call it a Ray Gun, for its greenish rays it shoots. Anyways, we?ll see through this. Private Geffrey Dear Dr. Richtofen, That?s it, were dead men! We failed to control the beast, the ******* demons! Private Gallup went insane and wrote all over the walls with just about anything he found. He then jumped out from the second floor opening near the stairway and was killed by the zombies below. Only I and Lieutenant Emerson are left, but the Ray Gun Lieutenant Emerson gave me is running low, our boarded windows are being broken down, the block stairs are being demolished, the locked door with ?Help!? on it being torn down, and the worst of all, Lieutenant Emerson was slashed in the throat. As I write this, he is breathing heavily, his throat filled with gurgling blood. I have nothing left to do but write this final message. Please tell my friends and family that I died from another reason, and not from this horrid nightmare, anything but this horrid nightmare. Private Geffrey Dear Dr. Richtofen, I hear them. I hear the zombies, retaliating attacking. The thing is, it's not me who they?re attacking. It's the Americans. Oh joy! I never felt this happy, so grateful of the Americans arrival. As I write this, the Americans are fighting through the swarms of zombies. I?m saved! As for Lieutenant Emerson, I shot him. He became one of the creatures, and I had no choice but to shoot him. May his soul, along with the other men I fought with, rest in peace. I hope to see you again. Private Geffrey Richtofen, We found your soldier in a building filled with dead men. We read the man?s letters, and from the looks of it, we believe you created these things, correct? These zombies, as this man calls them, are a threat to the human race. We ask of you to reveal your position and we?ll come to retrieve you for questioning. We won?t harm you, but if necessary, we will. General Pendleton P.S. I hope my German was good. 0611 Military Hours Richtofen finished reading the letters to Peter, who was thinking hard on something. Suddenly, a German soldier came, and lay on the ground, bloody. ?Peter, they?re here. We need to get out now!? Richtofen said, fear in his voice. Peter stood up, and went over to the doctors table. He picked up the miracle weapon. ?Richtofen, does this thing work?? ?I don't know. I?m still fixing it?? ?Good enough!? Peter then grabbed Richtofen, and began escorted him to the main building in the center of the swamp. Zombies came from all around them. From the windows they ran past. From the buildings they shot. Even from the swamp they crossed. They began making their way past a machine with two logs, when Richtofen stopped, and went toward a switch. ?Richtofen, what are you doing?? ?It's called a Flogger Peter. I made it myself. It will slow them down a bit.? Richtofen turned it on, and watched as the zombies flew in different directions. He went back to Peter, and both men continued toward the building. Peter shot the miracle weapon at zombies from a window near the stairs of the building. Just as they were going up the stairs, a fog came, along with a gruesome growling. Richtofen began to shout furiously, ?****! I forgot about them.? Peter, who had no idea what he meant, asked the doctor, ?Who?s them?? ?It's the hounds. It's the Hell Hounds Peter!? Then Peter saw them. They appeared from thin air in bolts of lighting, and they shot out at Peter and Richtofen. Peter shot the miracle weapon a few times, before he heard a girls voice in the bloody air. Fetch me their souls! This made Peter uneasy, and he threw up. He couldn?t take it. It was happening the same way he read it in the letters. He was going insane. The Germans went insane. The squad that saved him earlier was upstairs, only three left. One was writing on walls, the other was praying to God over and over. As Peter went upstairs, he looked below to find that an empty box was shaking, and weapons spilled out. He sat in a corner upstairs, while Richtofen blocked the stairs with anything he found. Peter had enough of it all. 0623 Military Hours ?Peter, get up already! We can?t hold them off by ourselves! Use the miracle weapon, Peter. Use the Wunderwaffe!? Peter stood up, and shot the Wunderwaffe at the horde of zombies that were trying to enter through the windows. Peter ran toward the windows, when a zombie bit his shoulder. He screamed. ?No! No!? He aimed the Wunderwaffe behind his head, and pulled the trigger. The electricity ran through all zombies, and some of the energy ran through him. He felt heat and pain, sorrow and anger, fear and hope, all at the same time. ?Richtofen, I got bitten! I can?t fight!? Richtofen saw the injury on Peter, and then took out vials of liquid. He stared mixing them. ?Hang on Peter, I have an antidote here. Just one injection can save your life, but I need time.? ?Richtofen, there is no time! You know that I already have a sawed off arm. If I stay in this condition longer, I?m still going to die. So save those antidotes, and fight off as many zombies as you can!? Peter finished his speech, in pride that he was commanding the little squad that was in the room. A squad made up of two Germans, a doctor, and him, a boot licker from base camp. He laughed a little. "Mehr Zombies in der N?he der Fenster!" Yelled the German soldier, who was writing some on the room with a gate. It said Warning. A zombie came in, and attacked the man who was praying. The other soldier shot both the zombie and the man in fear of the man being infected. The zombie lay dead near the man, and Peter recognized the dead praying man. It was the officer from before. Peter then spoke, exhausted. ?Richtofen, I can?t fight any longer. The virus is spreading. I can feel it burn inside me.? Richtofen looked to see Peter lay on the ground, his eyes becoming yellow, and his blood turning tar black. He was becoming one of them. Without warning, a transmission came in. ?It's Pendleton. It's his voice.? Peter said this with both a relief, and depression. He was glad to hear the man?s voice, but he was sad that he couldn?t have been back at the base to see him. He wished he could have fought better, and to show Pendleton that he was proud of what he did, instead what he was doing right now, hating and fearing the zombies. Then he decided on something, and walked toward the boxes of supplies, emotionless. ?Peter, what are you doing? Help us fight the zombies.? Richtofen said. "H?rt auf ihn!" The German soldier said, pointing to the swarms of zombies. Peter was carrying a rope he found, and started to climb some boxes. He spoke. ?Richtofen, I know as much as you about these zombies. I know they infect everything they bite and touch. It makes no sense to try to stay alive if I?m to become one of them. That is why I?m hanging myself. So I won?t become one of them, and so they can?t reach my body to revive it.? Richtofen saw Peter, and then shouted furiously. ?Don?t be a fool! Get down and fight. We?ll make it!? ?Doctor, you men will make it. I, in the other hand, am too injured to make it. I?m sorry it has come to this, but it's just how it is. So Richtofen, take the Wunderwaffe, and survive this **** hole. Tell the German soldier to record the transmission for you to study and listen. I hope I was more than enough help.? Richtofen took the Wunderwaffe, and put on a sad smile. He told Peter something that made him smile to. ?Thanks for serving soldier.? Peter got on top of the boxes. He tied the rope around his neck while the transmission was still going on. He took in his final breath while the German soldier set up three radios, and connected together. With a final sigh, he jumped. Time slowed down. He slowly heard the transmission play. ?4848n 3714061154840 I hope you are receiving this transmission Peter. If you are not, then all is going to be lost. You must know by now that we have failed to contain the asylum and we had to move the experiment here. Location *static*the numbers will guide you. The giant must remain at all costs repeat *static* the monster must remain at all costs. The *static* to experiments continues. You're our only advantage now. Find Doctor *static* and Doctor Maxis, they may know what?s going on. The use of *static* 115 is dangerous at best. I'm not sure how longer we can continue here. We've lost most of our best people. I hope you get this. I hope I happen to be there too but I'm almost out of hope. 6054061561015544194? As he descended down, time slowly moving, he whispered something in his mind. It went along the lines of, ?I?m sorry?. Then, there was nothing. His body swung back and forth, his head facing down, tar colored blood dripping from his neck. He was set free.

2009-11-16 20:06:00 Author: CyberSora Posts: 5551

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