Hey there! This is a fan fiction based off of Black Ops Zombies. I know, I know! You can start calling me a real geek now. I loved the Zombies mode in the game, and even more, the characters. So this fan fiction takes place mainly in Verrückt, Der Riese, and Kino Der Toten. The main characters from the game would be Dr. Richtofen, Dempsey, and you'll see a little bit of Nikolai and Takeo, but not much. Enjoy!~
Chapter 1: Angang
Berlin, Germany
1945
Sunlight filtered through the dirty window above her, which was smashed open and partially boarded up. Dirt and blood caked the floor. In the distance, the sound of faint groans and screeches. The Wittenau Sanitorium was in ruins. It was ironic, this place being one of the last safe houses in Berlin. There were more safe houses, but it was much too dangerous to try and find all of the survivors to bring there.
In the corner of the upstairs part of the building, curled up in the fetal position, taking refuge behind the opening to the balcony, sat twelve-year-old Gisela Edelweiss. She'd lived in Berlin all her life, only seeing change when the war began. But now with the virus running rampant and Nazi German soldiers becoming undead creatures of flesh-eating nature, things were much different. Only last hear had the virus become a problem that scientists were unwillingly looking into. Massacred Jews were rising from their unofficial graves; fallen soldiers were crawling from the earth they were buried six feet below in. Thousands were eaten alive. Few were infected or bitten, thus actually turning into one of them.
Gisela and her family had heard about the Wittenau being a safe house, and were eager to trek there, even from their moderately far away home. The Wittenau Sanitorium was somewhat secluded; hiding deep in the woods, where one would venture far off gravel roads and beaten paths to find. There, the mentally unstable and socially outcast were rejected by society, sent to rot in their own disease. But now, Gisela found herself being comforted in the tumbledown asylum. Even alone, with nothing but frigid air surrounding her, she was able to think. It was all she could do. Her limbs felt too frozen to move; the prickling sensation of numbness tingling in her feet, fleeting up her legs and stinging her arms and shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed red, nose running.
Her whole family was killed. Or at least that is what Gisela was forced to think. They had split up, which ended up being a horrible plan. Her father, Kasimir, had taken her two twin brothers, Gustav and Fabian, to look for shelter or a safe house, or at least more survivors. Her mother, Eleonore, had taken her to go look for the same. Eleonore, or Mutter, as Gisela called her, was killed by the horde of undead. Gisela had been forced to watch the savages rip into her mother's throat, and bite into the achingly white, soft flesh of her arms and shoulders. It was horrible.
Now Gisela sat in the Wittenau alone, clutching a steely Mauser C96 pistol in her hand, wondering if she should commit suicide. But should the rest of her family have miraculously survived, she wanted to be there with them eventually. It was not her time. Even listening to the approaching undead howls, she convinced herself she would not die.