Luna: Firestar001 AKA OtherkinCatfolk does not own Call of Duty. If he did; he'd put in more zombies in the map packs and undead in Modern Warfare 3.
Note: In order to understand this story properly, you may have to look at my Deviant Art story "My Life as an Otherkin". Reading Chapters 17-21 will help understand what's going on so far. I try to post once a week or twice a week.

Summary: Luna Longpaw, Silver Longpaw, Patrick, Carly, Twilight and Kitsune have been captured by FBI-CIA-Area 51-Warehouse 13-Sector 7 guys. Luna and Silver are anthro tiger-girls. Like were-cats, only a perfect blend of human and tiger. Anyhow, it has been about 4 days since capture and so far, nothing adrenaline rushing has happened. Nothing... interesting. Until now. OtherkinCarfolk and Project Longpaw Productions brings you...

My Life as an Otherkin: Nazi Zombies

Ch 1: Introductions to the Virus

"Ugh!" Patrick groans, "That training course was tough." All of us are in our room, having some precious down time before we'll eventually get called up for another session. Suddenly our door opens and several guards immediately order us to follow them.

"Come on." Silver says, instantly on her feet. Twilight and Kitsune are on their paws as well. I sense it: these guards need us for something that they can't handle themselves. "C'mon Patrick, Carly. Up!" I say with urgency in my voice.

"Alright Luna, we're with you." Carly says as we all follow the guards wordlessly to another room. The door opens and all of us see scientists and soldiers standing in the room, David among them.

"… We can't just destroy it. If we do, there's no way we'll be able to stop any of the surviving subjects. It could spread!" David argues with the soldiers. "We just need to send in some soldiers to hit the kill switch. Besides, that lab is too expensive to destroy and even if we could blow it up; it would also destroy the weapons lab and then this whole place will be wiped off the map."

Finally we're noticed and motioned to have a seat; Patrick and Carly taking a chair while Silver and myself choose to stand. "Who on earth are we going to send?" One soldier shouts, slamming his fist down on the table.

"The only ones we can send: Luna, Silver, Patrick, Carly, Twilight and Kitsune." Dave replies "The twins' genetics aren't that of humans. This allows them to be resistant, maybe even immune to the virus's effects. Patrick and Carly's genes, while still human, fortunately do not contain the vulnerability genetic that we used for the virus. As for Twilight and Kitsune; there genes clearly aren't that of human, even though they possess human-level intelligence, and they aren't dog so that allows them immune to the virus as well."

"This virus you keep mentioning," Carly speaks up. "What is it?"

hr/hr

"Alright. You get only two guns each." David tells us as we all enter an armory. Our eyes look around and see various types of guns of different types and attachments. Pistols hang on the walls, rifles are lined up in neat rows, and sniper rifles hang from racks.

"Why only two?" Patrick asks, running his fingers down a few submachine guns.

"Two is the most you'll be able to use; three could get in the way." David answers. "Most of these are for the Black Operations Command Force (Black Ops) so I consider myself lucky to be able to get you each two weapons. Three each would be pushing it." My feet guide me towards the more, sparse, weaponry in hopes of finding something of use. Silver headed down towards the pistols and SMGs, while Carly and Patrick headed off in a different direction.

My eyes flow over the weaponry; shotguns, trench guns, pistols and then stop as something sticks out from the rest: Twin double-edged knives, the nameplate underneath reading "Ballistic Knives". I grab them both, attaching the sheathes to my lower legs while observing the craftsmanship of one. The blade is finely sharpened at the edges, with absolutely no bumps or chips that can be seen closely on other knives. A button is attached to the butt of the knife and a second one is attached to the grip, a safety pin is secured into the point between the launcher and its pointed projectile. Diagrams on a table provide idiot-proof instructions on how to operate them.

"Pull the pin to arm first shot, press grip button to release secondary safety lock, thumb launches knife." I read, replacing the dagger in its sheathe before continue walking along. My eyes again flow along the table of weapons, looking over at an AK-47, a round drum, a PPsh-42, a box clip, crossbow, red-dot attachment, dual mag, FN-FAL, silencer…

I back up a few steps and face the crossbow, noticing the generous amount of bolts in its holder. I lift it up and test it's pull; a smile upon my face when I find it slack enough to be pulled back one-handed, yet tense enough to pose a threat. The bolts are labeled "Explosive tip" at which point my smile becomes a devils grin as the crossbow gets clipped onto my belt.

"You ready?" Silver's voice sounds from behind. I grab the FN-FAL and swing the bolt action onto my back. "Twin ballistics, crossbow with explosive tips, and the 'Eff en fail' bolt action." She observes. I notice her weapons are twin skorpions attached to her upper thighs and a commando slung on her back; two duck taped mags attached to the chamber.

"Here, buckle this on." My sister hands me a belt with half a dozen grenades and four coffee-can sized Bouncing Betties. I clip it near my sword belt and we both pad back to the entrance where we see Patrick and Carly already equipped. My human brother has a minigun in his grip; a rotating barrel firing system with an estimated 300 clip belt along with a tripod attached underneath. Strapped to his back is a Galil (Assault Rifle) with an extended magazine attached. Carly has an SPA-12 pump action rifle and some sort of bazooka-looking weapon with sort of disk attached near the front.

"Here" David hands all of us black dog tags that have glow-in-the-dark-green markings on them. "These have been given access codes to every door and machine in the quarantined sector. They also contain a tracking device so we will be able to monitor where you are." He then proceeds to give us each wrist communicators, so we'll be able to report back to him as well as to each other. Once instructions are given for the wrist-coms we're rushed straight into the quarantined zone, the door shutting and locking behind us.

The lights dimly flicker on and off as if they hadn't been changed in a while. Everything goes quiet for a few seconds before the sound of clomping boots and moaning echoes in the hallway. My adamantine sword appears in my hand along with its sister blade, a longknife (an 8 ½ inch blade) made out of the very same metal. "Let's get this done." I say in a dark threatening tone, shifting into an offensive tiger stance.

I hear the sound of guns cocking as the others ready their guns. Twilight and Kitsune both suddenly tense up as our foes arrive.