Heroes aren't born; they're made. I found that out, when I chose to retaliate in all forms of aggression. it all started on a cool autumn day, at the local High school. I was talking with my pals, when we heard a moaning sound. When I turned toward the noise, I had a shiver going down my spine. I had seen something like it before…in a video game. I had believed that it was possible for voodoo zombies to exist, but for run-of-the-mill zombies? Nope. I didn't believe in that sort of thing; but lo and behold, an actual zombie was wobbling toward me. At first, there was only one, then another crawled up from the ground… then another, and another. We'd counted at least twenty-four, when someone decided to freak out. "Oh, my god! What the hell are those things!?" I knew we were in trouble when she had screamed that. Mitsu, one of my friends, said, "If I only had my sword…" I nodded in agreement. Knowing him, he could plow through the zombies in a matter of seconds; I figured that we'd have about a minute, before they started running after us. Mikala was almost petrified, until she heard me say, "Okay, it's time to kick some ass," then I cracked my knuckles. I ran up, and snapped the thing's neck. That's right about when I got a good look at its attire: Nazi uniform. The swastika was displayed on the left arm, and the Third Reich's cross was on a shirt pocket. I looked at the rest of the undead, and noticed that some were conducting the lock-step formation. I looked at my group of friends, and said, "I know how to deal with these sons of bitches, Let's go!" Mitsu nodded, and followed. Mikala was looking at me like I was crazy, but came with us. The rest of my friends didn't tag along, mostly because they'd get in trouble for leaving the school, but they were terrified of what would happen. Mitsu's house was a mile or so up the road, or that's what I heard. When we'd gotten there, the door was unlocked, and it was vacant.
We searched the house, looking for weapons to use, and we found them. The place was nearly filled to the brim with Japanese mêlée weapons. There were Katanas, Bo-staffs, nun-chucks, and tons of other things that I didn't recognize. I was ok with a mêlée weapon, but only for up close encounters, not on a regular basis; I needed a gun or two. Mitsu was happy, and he felt that he had "The power of a thousand wombats." I was constantly looking for something that would fit my style, but nothing was useful to my build. I'm about a medium build, so a katana or a staff would do the trick, right? Wrong. The Katana was to light, and the staff was to large and cumbersome. I needed a knife; not a kitchen knife, but something that could kill something if stuck in the right place. By the time we had gotten Mitsu and Mikala weapons, the town had gone to hell. Panic in the streets, and lots of those undead, maggot-whores running around. I still hadn't acquired a weapon of conventional use, so we stopped by a local gun shop. They had everything from a Smith & Wesson handgun, to a fifty cal machine gun. I had grabbed a Colt 1911. It held a .45 ACP round, like the Thompson SMG. It wasn't as powerful as a Smith & Wesson 500 magnum, which could break your wrist, but it was enough to put someone on their knees… Anyway, I had a side arm, but not a conventional semi-auto/automatic weapon, like an M14, or an M16…or even the Russian PPSh-41. I saw MP5k's, shotguns, bolt-action rifles….nothing that fit my personality. I knew that we'd need to get on a military base to get some good guns, but I was looking hard for something I could keep for a while. Mitsu had more luck; he'd picked up a P99 pistol, and Mikala just picked up a shotgun. I was still looking, when I saw a section for military weapons, and recreational weapons for collectors. I saw everything from Semi-auto rifles, to SMGs. Among those SMGs, were the Thompson, the AK-74u, The Russian PPSh, and others that I don't want to list. When my eyes settled on the PPSh, I knew that it was the gun for me. I grabbed it from the rack, loaded up its drum mag, and cocked it. I saw an M14 as well, and I thought that it was my lucky day. For the M14, I put a Red-dot scope on it, but I made the lens blue, the dot into three, like the Predator's aiming device, and made it teal. I didn't put anything on the PPSh, because I didn't know what would look good on it. Mikala came in, and grabbed a 74u, and when Mitsu walked in, he went straight for the LMGs, like the HK-21, the RPK, and the M60…apparently he wanted to be Rambo or something. "Does this gun make me look too much like Rambo, or Commando?" Mitsu asked, sporting a smile like he was a small 3-year-old kid who got everything he wanted. "Drop the smile, and you'd look like both," I said, dismantling the M14.
Mikala was looking at her 74u, and was wondering how to dismantle it, for cleaning or modifying purposes. I went over and said, "Try doing this," I took the mag out, and started dismantling it. As I explained how to do it, she was intensely listening. Mitsu piled ammo into the magus for the M60, and started cleaning it. I showed Mikala how to modify guns, and how to pull them apart and put them back together. I went back, and put my guns back together. I cocked the bolt on my M14, and pulled the cocking mechanism back on the PPSh, and pulled the slide back on my 1911. I was ready for hell. Mikala pulled the cocking mechanism back on her 74u, and cocked her shotgun. Mitsu cocked his M60, and put his sword in its sheath. "Both of you need side arms. Go pick one up, before we leave," I said, checking my mags to see if they were secure. Mitsu grabbed a Glock, and Mikala picked up a CZ-75. When we walked out into the street, I was the first to see them. They started coming hordes, then there was a streak of lightning; over-sized dogs came from them. "Hellhounds!" I exclaimed, and rapidly fired my pistol. I started running. I was hoping that they were following close behind, cause when it came down to it, I'd rather run than fight hordes of those gutter-slugs. Walkers weren't a problem; it was the runners that we had to worry about.
We'd gotten over to an ARMY surplus store, which held everything from knives, to clothes/backpacks/equipment, to Air soft guns and toys. We ransacked the place, looking for the right kind of equipment, clothes and some combat boots. I had busted in the counter which had knives on display. I tried a few of them out, and I didn't like them… until I picked up one that was for the Marines and gave it a good swing. I absolutely loved the feel of it. Mitsu had upgraded from a normal teenager with ruffed up clothing, to looking like a soldier, and…wow, Mikala looked fantastic in Military uniforms. I picked up some USMC garb and used that. We picked up some cots, folded them up, and stuffed them in a duffle bag. We'd packed pretty much the essential: Guns, ammo, food, water, and beds. We had no transportation, and we didn't have our licenses yet… Although, it was a zombie invasion, so we didn't technically need one. Anyway, we'd gotten all of our stuff packed, and ready to go, when we heard pounding on the doors and windows. I automatically though about those times that I'd played Call of Duty Zombies, and remembered one thing: Don't run into corners. Mitsu took a defensive position near the back of the room, and "Dug in" for the fight. Mikala was fidgeting, 'cause we hadn't gotten her AK-74u all fixed up. "Don't worry about it, we'll get it," I said, pushing down the slide lock on my 1911. The scream was scary familiar, which sent chills down my spine. My eyesight focused, and I looked down the iron sights. The first wave started, and it seemed like it wouldn't stop. It seemed easy enough, but when I heard a guttural roar, I knew we'd be in trouble very soon. "Crawlers, inbound," I yelled, as I pulled out my M14. Mitsu's eyes went wide when he saw them, and Mikala gave a small whimper. I aimed, and gave one a good shot to the head. The body crumpled to the ground, then exploded, leaving a noxious smell. "Oh, Fuck me that smells!" I yelled, covering my nose, Mitsu nearly gagged on it. The smell was a cross from Rotten eggs, and skunk fumes…ugh. We fought, and we fought hard. After a while, the waves had subsided, and we could get out of that death trap. We'd gotten up the stairs, and there was Mikala's AK-74u, or as I like to call it, the "AK74fu2."
Once again, we were on the street, and were being followed by ravenous freaks. "Die…again…BONEBAG!" I yelled, kicking a crawler aside. We kept running, until I remembered something very important: I needed to see how my family was doing, over on the west side of the city. It would take forever to get out that way on foot, and we weren't really in the mood to be running our legs off. We found an abandoned car, and hot-wired it. It was really a conflict of leadership; Mitsu was the oldest, but I had the most experience. We both knew that we'd need to choose a leader, otherwise, we'd get into some deep shit, and we'd have no one to get us out of it. We were going down the high way, when off to our right, we saw a large group of the undead, just kind of walking along. It was so strange, that it was almost like it was from George A. Romeo's Land of the Dead. We saw a flash of lightning, and a crack of thunder, and it began to rain.
And this is my first CoD Zombies story! Don't worry, this will tie into the zombies storyline, I just have to tweak it a little. Don't forget to Review, follow or favorite!