Greetings! Yugiohfreak54 or YF54 here. First time making a COD Zombie story. The writer that gave me the drive to create this story is LRJG Leader with his own story of how the Nazi Zombies were created. I greatly urge you to read his story as it is a fine piece of Fanfiction.
Disclaimer: I don't own COD or the Nazi Zombies and I don't own the players usernames. They are used with expressed permission.
Claimer: I own the idea and plot.
*Static fills the air*
Entry number: 6758403. How long has it been since we arrived here in hell? It was suppose to be a simple tourney for me and my buds, Ric-Hard-2011, Krazychick97 and her friend, JusticeJWT. Just a simple game between all of us.
Bullets ripped through flesh that slowly came forward with inhumane howls.
"Hold these mothers back! Ric, watch your back!" A man roared as gunfire sputtered out of his Thompson.
Another young man spun around at the warning and rammed his knife into a large figure making it fall over.
What started as a game of innocence…now has become a quest for survival…my god; will I or any of us survive this hell that Treyarch made?
A young man with glasses tossed a grenade in a large mass of…whatever it was that these things were. He watched with grim satisfaction as the small bomb blew the group to pieces.
"Ach! How beautiful! Vell done, Pread!" A man wearing an SS uniform stated as he tore down another group with his HMG.
Will any of us see our family again? Will we ever be the same after this journey? What will happen to us if we die here?
A young woman with black hair ran down the burning hallway along with a man who wore the Japanese officer uniform right next to her. Skidding to a stop, they both spun around at the same time and tore open on the horde that was chasing them with such deadly accuracy that it made the Japanese proud to be with the woman next to him.
I do not know how we got here…only that we're here…at the final stage…at least that's what the others think. But there is more…so much more then what they were led to believe.
A man stumbled around holding a strange weapon in his hand. He turned down a corner only to run smack dab into the supernatural enemy he now fought.
"Chyort (1)!" The man swore as he tired to level his gun to take out the unrelenting force.
The being howled and went into a dead sprint toward the man. The being was almost on him when there was a sharp crack and the head of the being blew apart into a bloody pulp with bone fragments pelting the man.
"You okay, Nik?" A man with blonde hair and brown eyes asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine…thanks." The man slurred.
God…why did I convince them to play the game? Why? I only hope that they can get out of here alive…me? I deserve to be left here for dragging them with me. Mom, Dad, sis…god, I love you guys so much it hurts…already I've forgotten your faces…but I hope to see you all soon…if not in life then in death. I pray that…oh shit!
*Gunfire sounds out as a moan fills the air. Static fills the air*
Okay, not much of a first chapter but I hope it's piqued your interest just a bit. I'll try to update but I've got another story going on that I need to finish so Updates will be whenever I can.
(1): Russian for 'Damn!'
May God Bless and Protect you.