*This is going to be my first attempt at a zombies fanfiction, so please excuse it if it's lack-luster '-' I will be taking requests for little stories, as I can't run on my own creativity for very long haha. The characters will be based around the original crew, with a couple from the Origins as well. As for the other crews, I don't know them as well `~` But.. I hope you enjoy!*
1- The Haunting Power
The cold stair case made sitting on it uncomfortable. The shifting of our hero's causing aggregations. "Dempshey, vhy must your insufferable boots squeak so" the German doctor, Edward Richtofen, messed up in the head, commented. Tank Dempsey, the American corporeal, overall badass, huffed at his remark. A hearty bellow came from the top of the steps. "Haha! Watching you two fight is more enjoyable then vodka!". The man then took back what he said as he grabbed a bottle and hugged it. "I hope you know I was completely joking, my lovely". Nikolai Belenski, Russian Sergeant, loveable drunk, seemed to never be sober. Leaning on the wall was Takeo Masaki, Japanese captain, seemed to never comment on our crews silly antics. All he did was chuckle a little. Richtofen threw his hands up in frustration, "I can not sthay her vith you idiot's. I'm going to look for zee power". He walked away, his boots squeaking behind him. What a hypocrite, Tank thought to himself. Nikolai thought about how unwelcoming this place came off. With the dust, blood splatters, nazi propaganda, and distant shrieks. It made the place very unsettling. "Why must we stay here anyways?" Nikolai asked. "Where else do we go Nik" Takeo commented. "Outside, to the hoards of monsters?". Nikolai sighed, "it wouldn't be any different then where we've been before". Nikolai took a large chug of his vodka, to eliminate his negative thoughts about the situation. Tank wished nothing more then to go back home to his family.
The squeak of Richtofen's boots caused an insufferable echo. "Kino, vhat a peculiar place. I can remember the times where I presented my new findings". With a great sigh, he followed up with "but I can also remember zee times of great distrust and paranoia". With a slight chuckle, he tugged on a rope, unveiling the large stage. "Remember Edward, always vay out zee good with zee bad". With a pull of the power switch to the left, lights flickered on. With a great choir of happy laughter, the crew ran inside the theater room. "Well looks like Pricktofen actually accomplished something" Tank commented. Nikolai laughed loudly at his comment, with a sly smirk from Takeo. Richtofen forced himself from making a remark. They could have had the power on a long time ago. But the bad memories of this room forced him to stay away. The closer Richtofen got to the theater room, the louder the voices in his head seemed to become. Now, with echos of distanced voices getting louder in Edwards mind, he found himself sitting on the stage, with his head in his hands. "Hehe, German seems to have a bit of... hold on give me a minute" As Nikolai tried to think of a pun to make fun of Richtofen's pain, Edward muttered out in a pained whisper, "could you idiot's leave me alone for a moment. I turned on the damn power, vat else do you vant?". The three looked at each other, and walked out. Richtofen's usual hyper, out there, attitude seemed to be replaced with quiet pain. He ran out of the theater room to the right, out to the ally. The voices seemed to quiet down, as Edward took a sigh of relief as the voices quited down. A large smile returned on his face as his saw the crawler making his way to him. He tried to resist the hand trying to grab the bowie knife. But, without much time at all, he found himself stabbing the zombie, even after he died. Music seemed to fill the air, meaning more zombies were coming. Richtofen found himself playing with the creatures rotting intestines. Tank ran in, with a disgusted look on his face. "I knew you were messed in the head, but you couldn't even go 20 minutes without murdering something huh?". Edward looked over, laughing a loud maniacal laugh. "Vat can I say Dempshey, it's a good stress reliever". As he squeezed a heart in his hand like a stress ball, Tank grabbed Richtofen's collar, and pulled him inside. Nikolai looked Tank in the eyes, "what the hell killed the crawler?". He then directed his eyes to Edward behind him, with his uniform and gloves stained with blood. "I should've known, let's just go to our post and get ready for the round". Though the power was on, making their lives easier. They all sighed, "Can't we just leave the Nazi here?" Nikolai asked. "You have no honor" Takeo commented. Another round of zombies, another discussion on whether they should leave one person or another to die.
So.. i'm not quite sure where my direction went with that one tbh haha. If you enjoyed or didn't enjoy my little story, make sure to leave a review. Criticism is important, but praise is nice as well ;) The next story will be much more light hearted. Think of this as an introduction to the characters type of chapter. But, till next time. Peace out 'u'