It all started in a German facility, but we find survivors, soldiers - the heroes of the second world war that recently took place. It all started with something like this. There were four marines, in an German outpost, stuck in a bunker, next to an airfield. They stood there, next to their respected windows as something they fear is outside. Zombies. Maggot-ridden human abominations roamed the land freely outside. The night full with moans and groans as the undead roamed to the living and started to infect them until the living had their skin rot and they transformed into one of them.
The young men inside the bunker welded a weapon they remember so much, it's like a scar that reminisces them of the war that took place - the Colt M1911 .45 pistol, a gun that they hold so dearly, as it seems to be the only weapon that can kill at the moment. The room had absolutely nothing - just old books, shelves, weapons with no ammo or completely broken and rubble. Lots of rubble.
As the undead slowly moved their way to the windows the men were standing at, they made short work of them by gunning them down with their pistols they had acquired on their way to the bunker. But one soldier couldn't hold his position. The zombies managed to rip the wooden boards that separated the living from the dead and climbed their way in. The young man jumped and instantly moved back and called for help while at the moment, aiming and firing his weapon down at the uncontrollable hoard.
After taking care of their part of the emerging hoard, the three hopeless men helped their comrade by helping him by shooting their guns and then making short work by stabbing them with their slightly rusted knives. After making short work of the zombies, a soldier called his team over to his position and they reluctantly hurried to his position to find that he has opened a door, which has the words 'HELP' written on it, but the 'P' wasn't finished with the loop so it looks like it's really saying 'HELL'.
In this room was a random box with glowing, yellow question marks put at the top-sides of the box to indicate that it's random. And glowey too. The men walked up to the box randomly and one in sheer confusion kicked it. The box then opened which showed a cycling of weapons. MP40's, M1919's, FG42's, Thompson's, any gun you could think of, it appeared in this wooden box of mysteries. The weapons stopped rolling and landed on a weird toy gun. The soldier who kicked it wanted to see what is was, so he tried to grab it but suddenly, images flashed through his head and basically told hi how to use the toy-looking weapon. ''This gun's probably badass!'' he proclaimed to his comrades as they stared at him with a look of confusion. The other soldiers eventually got over it and had a go at the box. They got a FG42, MP40 and a M2 Flamethrower respectfully. As happiness struck and with smiles on their faces, they joined their insane ally in fighting the undead hoard. They blasted, burnt and splashed green rays at their enemies and watched them fall to their eventual death.
Soon as 'rounds' passed and more zombies were killed, the crew was eventually drove into a wall, where claws and rotten teeth met fresh flesh and the soldiers met their fate. Death.