Chapter story! Whoop whoop! XD This story is going to start out like most of the Nazi Zombies stories do on here…but I promise you, the ending will surprise you. Thanks for reading!

"Gah! I am out of ammo! And vodka! Somebody help!" Nikalai shouted, sprinting out into the alley of the Kino Der Toten as a swarm sprinted after him, close behind. Throwing open the Mystery Box, he circled around the zombies before grabbing the Ray Gun that floated slowly out of the box. "Aha! Nikalai is ready to fight now!" he yelled joyously, firing at the approaching swarm.

Dempsey grumbled under his breath, reloading his AK-17. The zombies had gone after Richtofen, leaving him with a moment of peace. The zombies were close on Richtofen's tail, but Tank Dempsey, American soldier, didn't really give a crap at the moment. A zombie had scratched him across the face, and it hurt like hell. He really hated the sadistic German scientist, but truthfully, he really couldn't afford for the idiot to die.

Heaving an exasperated sigh, Dempsey chased after the swarm, trying to thin it down.

"You die with no honor, dead one!" Takeo cried, grabbing the last meteor off the little table in the dressing room. Almost immediately, Elena Siegman's "115" song began mysteriously playing through the theater. The song seemed to give the men a new energy, and they continued to push the swarm back.

"ZEH DELICIOUS TUNE! WUNDERBAR!" Richtofen cried, cackling hysterically and firing off his MP-40.

Richtofen circled around to the stage again, as Dempsey wiped blood off his cheek. Together, the two men finished off the swarm. All at once, the theater became quiet as the final verse of "115" ended.

The German doctor wiped sweat off his brow. "Close one, no?" he muttered, shivering a little. Takeo and Nikalai joined them on the stage, the theater now rid of zombies, for a little while anyway.

All panting, the four men bent over, trying to catch their breath. Richtofen scowled to himself, glancing across the theater as if looking for something.

Turning his back on his comrades, Dr. Richtofen went to work on the teleporter.

"You finish on teleporter soon German?" Nikalai asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes, yes, in fact…All I must do now is insert zis wire here…" Richtofen muttered, staring at the mess of wires in the control box of the teleporter.

Suddenly, a rumbling fell across the old theater. The whole place seemed to suddenly become surrounded in fog, and a demented voice hissed in their ears:

FETCH ME THEIR SOULS.

Almost at once, ten Hellhounds all spawned, attacking Dempsey, Nikalai, and Takeo.

Cursing to himself, Dempsey sprinted past Richtofen. "Hurry up! There's too freaking many! We can't hold them off!"

Richtofen grimaced as the roars of Samantha's Hellhounds echoed across the theater. Rearranging a few wires, the teleporter suddenly glowed to life.

"Wuderbar! It is done!" Richtofen cried. Nikalai turned to run back to the teleporter, just as a Hellhound came up behind him, knocking him down.

Takeo and Dempsey, quickly becoming overwhelmed, raced back to the teleporter, piling in. They got one last look at the pack of Hellhounds racing at them, a sight Takeo would never forget, before Richtofen pulled the lever. Purple static erupted around them, and they were sucked out of the damned theater, as a little girl's giggle echoed through the theater.

"Augh, Richtofen! Where the hell are we? And where's Nikalai?" Dempsey shouted, looking around him angrily.

The three men were surrounded by trees, a layer of snow covering the ground and the tops of the trees. Everything was very, very still. Takeo stumbled, feeling sick.

"Nikalai is no more Dempshey. He go…boom!" Richtofen laughed.

Too shocked to be angry, Dempsey was silent.

Richtofen took a deep breath, suddenly becoming serious.

"Teil des Plans…alle Teil des Plans…" Richtofen muttered to himself in his native German, in a reassuring tone. He seemed to be speaking to himself. Reaching into his pocket, Richtofen pulled out what looked like a small walkie-talkie. Pushing the red button at the top, he spoke into it.

"Hello? Netta? Hello?" he murmured. Takeo and Dempsey turned to listen.

"Richtofen!" cried a woman's voice, obviously relieved, from the walkie-talkie. She had a Spanish accent and sounded to be in her late twenties.

"Thank God Richtofen. I thought…never mind. Where are you now and who is with you?"

Richtofen grimaced. "We are in zeh Fraylen forest, near zeh space station."

Netter sighed in relief. "Good. That is where I am, in zeh main room of the space station with Robert Englund…he is hurt."

"Vhat about zeh rest of his team?" Richtofen asked, frowning.

Netta was silent for a moment. "They are dead. Robert was the only who survived, but he is badly hurt. He is sleeping now. How many of your men are left?"

"Two. One died back at zeh theater. We will come soon, okay?"

"Okay…" Netta murmured.

Richtofen paused for a moment, glancing at Takeo and Dempsey who were listening closely. He then began speaking in his native German tongue to Netta, purposely so the two men couldn't understand.

"Is zeh teleporter at zeh station set for my destination?"

"Yes...but come quickly my love. Robert is dying." Netta said softly, also speaking in German. "This will end soon, right?"

Richtofen took a deep breath, smiling a little. "Yes…yes, I believe it will."

THE END! XD Kidding, there's going to be chapters. Reviews keep me MOTIVATED!