Nazi Zombies: Once Upon A Time
By Eissen Dargwell.
Waffenfabrik Der Riese, Shi no Numa, Thundergun, Samantha Maxis, Edward Richtofen, Ascension, Call of the Dead, Element 115, Elena Seigman songs, Wunderwaffe DG-2, and anything you recognize from World at War/Black Ops Zombies are all owned by Treyarch, I only own Jesse, which is myself. Torie and Nick belong to my friends.
Chapter 1: In the Beginning
Onward to damnation!
Jesse's POV
May 21, 4:21-5:30 P.M. 2011
Location: Unknown
As I stepped off the bus in the afternoon after school, listening to The One by Elena Seigman and Kevin Sherwood, I felt a strange feeling come over me as I entered home, not surprised that it was empty. After I called my friend Torie and texted Nick, I grabbed something to eat and went to my room. I looked at myself in my mirror. I stared at my dark black, messy and curly hair and my slightly round face. I was around 6'2 and not the skinniest person I've seen, but I wasn't out right fat. I was also sixteen. Taking my glasses off and setting them down, I took a look at my DVR, I noticed some shows recorded while I was at school. I watched them for a few hours before doing my chores [Which, thank god, were very rare when I had to do them.] and texted Nick once again since he did not reply. Why is he always busy? I thought to myself as I went outside. I then tripped over something. I looked down and saw a rock with glowing red marks. "What the hell is that?" But as soon as I touched it, I felt a force pull me as I slipped into unconsciousness.
Torie's POV
May 21, 5:10-5:20 P.M. 2011
Location: Unknown
"I'll talk to you tomorrow, k' Torie?"
"Ok, Jesse…"
I sighed as I put the phone down on the charger and stared at the screen saver, which was a picture of me. I had brown shoulder length hair and round face. I was around 5'8 and pretty skinny, but not bulky like my friend Jesse [I have nothing against him though] who was bulky. I also just turned sixteen yesterday. Grabbing my DSI and my copy of pokemon black, I left with my family to get something to eat, even though I was not at all hungry, I still ate quietly by my self. My mind wondered to Jesse. I wondered what he did to entertain himself while we were not talking to each other, but I quickly blocked that thought and started to play my DS…. But playing my DS was cut short when I saw a little girl run by the window of some amateur restaurant. That food tasted like some person just stuck it in the microwave. I decided to follow her. I told my parents I was going for a walk. I started the way she went until I saw her run into an alley. I went in thinking that she was in there but I was engulfed by some bright light. The last thing I saw was the little girl's teddy bear…
Nick's POV
May 21, 4:30-5:00 P.M. 2011
Location: Unknown
I started to walk home from my friend's house. I received a text from Jesse saying "Where r u". I decided to ignore it and wait until I got home and for some reason decided to follow a new road down through a different part of town. I stopped at a puddle and stared at my reflection. I had strait, although a little messy, black hair and a slightly lean face. I was around 6' and well built, but not buff, probably from marching band I had during late summer and during school and I was 16. As I walked through the unfamiliar neighborhood, I received another text from Jesse. He has no patience. I thought to myself and continue to ignore his seemingly-to-never-end-of-patience. Something in one of the ditches by an abandoned laboratory caught my eye. I picked it up and found out something very odd about it. A golden rod with hand-like…things on the end? Something I'd expect in Indiana Jones or something. Well mine now. As I walked toward the main road, I was so absorbed by the golden rod in my hand that I didn't see that car coming at me. I wondered as I flew through the air, if it was actually over. I see now that I was wrong.
KC's P.O.V.
May 21, 6:00-6:30
Location, Local Firing Range
"Nice shooting man! See you next week!" The owner said as I walk through the door with my desert eagle in its holster. I took a deep breath as I walked out onto the sidewalk and started my walk to home. About a half mile toward home, something caught my eye in the ditch. I bent down to pick it up and say it was a toy gun.
"The Blast-O-Matic? What the hell is this thing, some sort of ball shooter?" I aimed it and pulled the trigger of the toy; it flashed and made some cartoonish noise.
"I'm keeping this thing."
...
I yawned as I walk into my after I stepped out of the shower. I flopped down on my bed and saw a light on the roof of my room. Following it, I saw that it was coming from the toy gun I found earlier.
"What the hell?" I said as I picked it up, I could have sworn that it looked real. I pulled the trigger and what it done shocked me, literally. The electricity swarmed around me and caused my to pass out. The last thing I heard was the creaking of the old floorboards as I landed on them.