Peter looked out of the window of the plane. He was over the land of Germany. He was going on a mission with his squad to bomb a group of Nazi's that were planning to launch a nuke toward America.
"We are ready to prepare the bomb." Said the pilot.
He pressed a button and a missle started lowering from the plane.
"We are ready to drop." Said the pilot, once more.
He reached to press another button, but before he pressed it, they started spinning out of control. Something had hit the plane.
"SHIT! SOMETHING HIT THE PLANE!! WE'RE LOSING CONTROL!"
Peter looked for a parachute, but none were on the plane with them. He looked around, sweating. The plane crashed. Peter flew through the air and landed on his stomach. He had scraped his knee and arm. He Lied there for a while. He rolled over and sat up. He saw the wreckage of the plane. There was a red glow and a blue electricity flowing around the plane. He noticed a group of Nazi's walking toward him, very slowly.
He reached for his M1911. He pulled out the pistol and shot at a Nazi. It seemed to do no damage.
"What the fuck?"
He started shooting even more. Finally the Nazi fell. He knew he couldn't take the whole crowd. He pulled a grenade from his vest and pulled the pin. He threw it at the group. It dropped the group very easily. He ran over to the plane to investigate. A large red, glowing rock was in the middle of the wreckage.
"Hmm?"
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Peter carried the last crate over and stacked it ontop of the others. He had found a nearby building to stay in until he could find a way to escape. He looked at the crates. He had managed to get some kind of element from the rock and store it in some boxes his found in the building. He sat back and thought about how he was going to escape. He noticed a door with the word "Help" scrawled across it. He knew someone had been there before. He sighed loudly. He decided to get up and open the door. He walked into the room. He noticed a table to his left with a radio.
"That's it!" He said to himself.
He walked to the table and switched the radio on. He turned a knob.
"Hello?" He said once he put on the headset.
Someone responded, but he was from another country. He turned the knob some more and listened in.
"Hello?" He said again.
"Hello. Who is this?" Someone responded.
"This is Sgt. Peter of the Marine Raiders. I have been stranded in an unknown location in Germany."
"We are tracing your location using the radio that you are using as we speak."
Peter sat there listening. The man had stopped talking for a while.
"Okay. We have your location. We will send a rescue team as soon as possible. Over."
Peter switched off the radio. Now all he had to do is wait. Suddenly he heard boards being broken apart. Someone or something was there with him. He followed the sound and came to a window. A Nazi was breaking the boards on the window apart. He looked closely at the Nazi. He wasn't an ordinary Nazi. He had weird skin and completely yellow eyes. He let out a groan as he kept breaking the boards. Peter realized it was something like a zombie. He pulled out his pistol and started shooting the zombie. It fell over after about three shots.
He looked outside and saw even more of them coming. He ran upstairs and found a cabinet. He opened it up and saw a scoped Kar98k. He grabbed it and ran back downstairs. He looked down the scope and started shooting the zombies.
"Die bitches!"
He backed up and reloaded. He stepped back up and started firing again. Once he had killed all of the zombies, he heard more boards breaking. He followed the sound and found more of them trying to break in. He grabbed the scope on his gun and pulled it off. He then pulled out his knife and bent over to take out the lace from his shoe. He tied his knife onto the end of his gun with the lace. He stuck the knife into the chest of a zombie and pulled the trigger, going through it and killing the one behind it. He reloaded and shot some more of them. He turned around and saw even more of them heading his way. He ran up and stabbed one with his bayonet. He then turned around as soon as one reached him and cut it's head off with the bayonet.
He ran out of ammo and pulled his knife from the end of the gun and got out his pistol. He started cutting off the zombies' heads that were to his right. He shot his pistol at the zombies on the left side. He kept fighting them throughout the night.
