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Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, containing elements of Nazi Zombies and MW3. Hope you enjoy!
Survival
Chapter 1
Griffin Station, the Moon, 1965
"Die maggot breath!"
The unfortunate zombie that Dempsey had shot collapsed onto the ground. He and his three comrades had been fighting off the undead hordes ever since they had been teleported to this hell away from Earth.
"They are increasing in number!" shouted Takeo as he fired off a round of his gun.
"Zhis is not vhat I expected. I thought zhe zombies vould at least be a little veaker," said Richtofen. "Although now I see zhat vas like hoping Nikolai vould stop drinking."
"Whatever. You're just jealous because my vodka helps me get more kills than you!" claimed Nikolai. Richtofen looked towards his direction, only to see that all of the Russian's shots were missing their targets.
"Look guys, if we don't find something that'll help us we're gonna get overrun!" said Dempsey as he pointed toward a massive horde of zombies coming straight toward the group.
"Zhere is a teleporter near zhat place vhere Samantha is," said Richtofen.
"No way! I'm not going back to where that creep is!" said Nikolai.
"We have to use that teleporter," said Takeo. "Besides, she's suspended in that force field thing. We passed by there without any harm."
"Still…"
"Nikolai, if you agree with us to use the teleporter I'll give you as much vodka as I can get," offered Dempsey.
"Awesome! Let's go then!" The now happy Nikolai eagerly bounded ahead. Dempsey rolled his eyes.
At the teleporter, Richtofen fiddled with the controls while the other three men covered his back.
"What's taking so long?" exclaimed Dempsey.
"Zhis infernal machine is broken. Zhe setting is stuck and I cannot change it," explained Richtofen.
"So? Anywhere but here!"
"I vould advise against using a half-broken teleporter, but considering recent developments…" Richtofen trailed off as he spotted another huge horde of zombies coming towards the group.
"Quick! Ve are getting out of here!"
The four got into the teleporting zone, holding the zombies at bay while the machine got ready to teleport them away.
"By the way, what was the teleporter set at?" asked Dempsey to Richtofen.
"Vell…"
"Come on Richtofen, out with it!"
"Are you sure you vant to know?"
"Course I do. What, all that sauerkraut making your skull thick?"
"I personally hate sauerkraut. But anyvay, since you are so eager to know, it vas set to Siberia, 2016."
"Cool. Wait, 2016? The hell, that's 50 years into the future!"
"I was never good at math," said Nikolai. "So I will take your word for it."
"Perhaps there are no zombies in the future," said Takeo. "Maybe we can finally take a rest from this business. We have done an honorable job so far."
The teleporter zapped the four with light, and they were off, destined for a zombie-free future…perhaps.
Himachal Pradesh, Northern India, August 17, 2016
"Attack choppers coming from over the ridge!"
"How many of them?"
"Three Havocs and four - no, five Mi-17s! Commandos fast-roping down!"
"Get a fire team on the roof!"
"Yuri! Yuri, over here!"
Yuri ran into the room where his friends Price and Nikolai were aiding a wounded Soap. The doctor they had hired was frantically trying to do surgery on him while gunfire rattled from the courtyard.
"We need to get Soap to the chopper!" said Price.
Suddenly, a helicopter smashed through the wall, knocking down everyone in the room. The downed chopper keeled over and fell down to the courtyard below.
"Is everyone alright?" asked Price. Besides some scrapes and bruises, everyone was relatively unscathed. That was inside the building ; outside, Ultranationalist troops began rappeling down from their Mi-17s. Nikolai motioned Yuri to Price.
"Do whatever this man says!"
Price pointed towards the doorway to a balcony. "Yuri, take position on that! We need to buy the doctor some time! Keep your eyes on the courtyard!"
"Sure thing." Yuri cocked his AK-47 and readied himself for the wave of enemies that were sure to come. Meanwhile, a Loyalist on the roof fired a missile and took down one of the enemy choppers.
"They've breached the courtyard! Take them down!"
Yuri and Price unloaded their magazines into the invaders. "We need to hold them off until we can move Soap," said Price.
All of a sudden, the Ultranationalists popped smoke and disappeared behind the smokescreen. At the same time, an enemy Hind appeared and fired a burst into the room. With a groan, the doctor collapsed onto the ground and died.
"The doctor's down!" shouted Nikolai. "Give Soap the shot! Yuri, get over here and help!"
Yuri got over to the table. Nikolai pointed toward a syringe in the doctor's lifeless hand. He bent down, grabbed the syringe, and injected Soap. An Ultranationalist burst into the room, only to fall victim to Price's combat knife and pistol.
Price heard footsteps above them. "They're on the roof. We've got to get Soap to the chopper!"
Nikolai grabbed the wounded man and slung him over his shoulder. "I've got him!"
"Yuri, you're with me!" Price and Yuri headed into the hallway to engage the hostiles that were bound to come down from the roof. They were right. Ultranationalist after Ultranationalist dropped down.
"Price, there's too many of them!" said Yuri.
"I'll hold them off! You get back to the room and try to find another way out!"
Yuri ducked into the room as Price sprayed bullets across the width of the hallway, before following Yuri himself. Back inside the room, Price and Yuri barricaded the door.
"Nikolai, is there another way out of the building from here?"
Nikolai pointed towards a door that had gone unnoticed until then. "We can try this one."
Price went over to the door and attempted to open it. "Locked," he said. The captain stepped back and shot the lock, causing the door to creak open, revealing some stairs leading down to a dark room.
Shouts in Russian and thumps on the barricaded door told the group that the Ultranationalists were coming. "Quick, we're getting out of here!" Price said. The four men went down the stairs, only to find themselves in pitch blackness.
"Anyone got a light?" asked Yuri.
"Hold on, I've found a switch," said Price.
Price flicked the switch, expecting lights to come on and penetrate the gloom. Instead, a low humming ensued, and a large circular light above them began to glow.
"Nikolai, what's this?"
The pilot shrugged (as best as he could while carrying Soap) and said "Dunno".
The humming and overhead light began to grow in intensity. Yuri looked around, slightly worried, and said "Price, I have a bad feeling…"
Suddenly, the four were zapped by light, and for a second they managed to see their surrounding in perfect clarity. They were in a metal contraption that was kind of rusted over, but still functional. Then the room was dark once again.