Author's Note: I'm considering Dempsey, Richthofen, Nikolai and Takeo's appearances in Nacht Der Untoten and Verruckt in Black Ops to be non-cannon except for Dempsey in Verruckt.
Prologue: 1945, German Countryside
The airman gritted his teeth as more rounds from his M1911 made contact with the flesh of the approaching Germans. But these men were not like anything he had faced before. It took multiple bullets to down them. They kept walking after taking several hits. He and his fellow airmen were paralyzed in fear, they didn't speak the experience was so frightful. The fear had stilled their tongues. Up until this point Sam Speakman had thought he was on his way home. He had served as a member of a bomber crew for 6 years, seen action over France.
. This was to be a simple recon mission over Germany, the final mission before returning home but there was the unexpected crash and then. At first they had thought the unarmed Germans approaching them were surrendering. The war was nearing its close after all. More Germans were giving themselves up every day. But there was something wrong here. As they got closer Sam and the other four airman who had survived the crash noticed something not quite right about these Germans. "What the fuck is up with their eyes, is there something in the water?" remarked the man on Sam's left, Fitzgerald, one of the louder more boisterous members of the bomber crew.
As Sam put more bullets into the zombies that climbed through the windows to face him he thought back to the 5th survivor, and shuttered slightly. They had sent Mack, the young rookie, to investigate the approaching Germans. He had approached them and been torn apart. These Nazis seemed to be craving flesh and they tore poor Mack to shreds. That was when in desperation the other four men, sprinted into the nearby abandoned house. They clambered through the windows and picked up spare boards, and began to nail them to the walls. Anything to keep these demons out.
As Sam and his comrades continued fighting, they noticed something else strange about this experience. That guns seemed to appear out of thin air in their hands, that the boards reassembled themselves when they wanted them to. That a simple couch was barring them from the stairs. None of them could figure out why they couldn't simply climb over it. But eventually the couch moved itself in a flash of lighting. Not to mention the fact that random packs of ammo continued appearing on Sam's person following the shout of "MAX AMMO!" by a demonic sounding voice.
The doors in the house seemed to open when they felt like it but it also seemed to correlate to how many zombies kills were made. "This is some kind of fucking nightmare!" Fitzgerald, who now appeared to be in tears, cried, Sam tried to calm him down as best he could "Fitzgerald, we'll get through this, I don't know what's going on but we'll get through it!" "I tell ya I ain't gonna be dragged to hell without a fight" on Sam's right was Denbar, the skinny and enthusiastic Texan was holding a strange gun it was like nothing Sam had ever seen. It looked like something out of the Flash Gordon serials he used to enjoy as a child. It emitted a powerful green ray that obliterated the zombies in a single blast. Sam had a MP40 that had randomly floated from the interior of a strange box, he wasn't too familiar with the weapon but was defending himself well enough. The group looked ahead. More zombies were shambling towards them.
The bomber crew would not make it to the morning. There were simply too many zombies a massive surge that the airmen could not handle. And so they all eventually went like poor Mack.