HI. OKAY. I'm ~Invader-Vee on Deviantart. I thought about it a little, and I'm putting my story on FF.N. Enjoy, guys :D!

-Prologue-

She... was such a failure.

No, really. The former test subject really was a failure. At least in the eyes of Dr. Richtofen she was.

Lythia (affectionately named Vee for various reasons) wandered around the old Nazi theatre. Its rotting and crumbling ceiling always had something to groan about, despite being inanimate. More or less, the overly-decorated-with-Nazi-flags walls were just as chatty. Although she was always losing her train of thought once in a while due to the groans and shrieks of the undead that roamed the withered old place, she tried to focus, not to mention wrap her head around, when and how the hell she got into this mess.

As much as Vee could recall, she had been to two other locations thus far; one was the old abandoned German munitions factory/top secret science center. What she remembered particularly about it was the fact it was shrouded by an eerie eclipse, coating the whole facility in ominous shades of blue. The other was a swamp, and her memory of that wretched place was not only the smell, but what had happened in one of the wings of the small, flooded area. It was something she'd rather not speak of, and promised herself she never would.

But the main one was when she met the four men-children she'd be forced to group with. She'd been knocked out in the swamp, and not long later awoke to the tall, muscular, blonde Marine everyone loved staring down at her with cold blue eyes. The Japanese man, Takeo, seemed to dislike her, the drunken Russian, Nikolai, called her a stripper, and then there was that German, Richtofen…. OHHH there was that German which she hated so much and wanted to wring out his neck. The mere sight of him made her want to puke. No matter what mental diseases he'd had, she still couldn't stand him.

Vee made an instant bond with that stupid drunk because of both of their alcohol addictions. With the Marine, Tank, it was that "I hate you so much go die" kind of bond. (She just recently met a blonde woman who looked a lot like her and claimed instantly to be her sister.)

There was something about Tank. It bugged her. He was always so close to her; everywhere she went he was there too. He also called her "doll" or "baby doll," and she wasn't sure whether that was to piss her off or complement her. (Her lack of people skills added to that thought.)

Vee shook her head, bringing her back to reality. "What kind of name is Tank anyway? Can't be his real name… and if it is… his parents must've been drunk…" she mumbled.

She noticed she was in a different spot; the old bar by the Speed Cola machine. The amount of zombies had slowed to almost to nothing, so she figured she'd better reload… or at the least check how much ammo was left. The Ray Gun's ammunition supply was down to about 15/20. Vee didn't mind it much, and not because she'd completely forgotten HOW to reload the cartoonish red pistol. Tank had taken a half-assed attempt at showing the ditzy blonde woman how to reload ANYTHING. Just before she had gotten the hang of reloading and attempting to fire a gun legitimately for the first time, he gave up and left her still utterly confused. Vee nearly broke most of the weapons she was given because of her cluelessness. So instead, she studied the others when they used weapons, and managed to mostly figure out how to use her precious Ray Gun.
Snapping out of her thoughts yet again, Vee noticed something.

She was alone.

Rage boiled in her as silence crept around. She searched for her teammates to no avail. The raw rage turned into pure panic as a new round began and the undead poured in around her…

Just sayin', this is my first story. DON'T TAZE ME BRO. Anyway, hope you liked the beginnin' :D!