hey its me again, back from the grave! so i decided to do a CoD fan fiction for the hell of it... its Zombes though. please R&R, constructive criticsm is welcome. flame and hate is not.
Disclaimer: i do not own Nazi Zombies, Treyarch does. i do however own the plot, storyline, and Alison and Jaxon.
The bright sunlight drifted in through small gaps in the ceiling and through the barriers on the windows, landing on soft, ivory black hair. Alison sat on one of the tattered couches in the lobby of Kino Der Toten, soaking up the sunlight on her pale skin before another wave of zombies came. The last wave had been the largest that herself, Dempsey, Nikolai, Takeo, and Dr. Richtofen had faced, obviously showing signs that Samantha was angry about something. Who knew anymore? Ever since she arrived here with her four allies, some of whom she didn't quite trust, zombies were pouring out of the windows nonstop. They never had time for anything, including getting Juggernog or Kangaroo Cola, the last time they tried they almost lost Tank. Alison gazed up at the massive chandelier in the middle of the massive room and noticed something odd. "Hey Doc, come here for a sec!" She stood up from her little seat and walked to the door of the theater. Sure enough, here was the Doctor walking up now. "Vat is it Alison?" He sighed, showing signs of stress. "I found something strange. I didn't know what it was so I figured I would ask you. Follow me." She gestured for him to follow her, turned towards the lobby, and began walking again. They walked to about the center of the room and stopped. Edward stopped short behind her and asked "Vat is it that ve are exactly looking vor?" Alison was staring up at the chandelier, and pointing upwards, said "That." Glancing upwards, Edward noticed what she saw as well. There, trapped in the chains, was a radio. "Zis could be vone of Maxis' radio journals! It could hold the answers to the zombies and the real goals of group 935!" he was cheering at her discovery like a toddler. "Group 935? You mean the Nazi group that experimented at Der Riese with Element…115 I think? I remember Tank said something about them…" Alison was caught off guard when his hand grabbed her neck in a firm grasp. "Now you vill listen to me. No vone is to know of zis, especially Dempshey, and if I find out someone knows, mien Gott I svear I vill kill you! Now as a varning, give me your arm." His death grip loosened and Alison's knees gave out under her. "I vill not repeat myself." She raised her arm and placed it in his hand. "Good girl." He mused. She stared up at him in silence, feeling slightly confused, until she saw the combat knife being unsheathed. "N-no! Please I won't tell anyone, I swear!" Her eyes began to water at the thought of the pain of the knife. An evil smirk crept onto the Nazi's face as he rolled up her sleeve and aligned the knife on her arm in a way where it wouldn't kill only harm. Edward took one look at Alison's face covered in tears from crying and enjoyed every second he could before quickly pulling the knife across her arm, slicing the flesh, earning his work a bloodcurdling scream from his victim. "Y-you bastard!" Alison felt like she was floating, and the last thing she saw was Richtofen's satisfied grin.
Meanwhile…..
"Nikolai, for the last time, there is no vodka!" Dempsey yelled at the drunken Russian who was convinced there was vodka hidden in the theater. Nikolai stopped rummaging through a pile of debris and looked at Dempsey, "Shatup, if it here I find." He returned to rummaging. "You are the stupidest piece of shit I ever-!" His words were cut off by a scream coming from the lobby, a scream he knew all to well. Alison. "Nikolai, where's Ali?" Again, the Russian stopped and looked at Dempsey. "Ali called Doctor to lobby. She said she find something interesting." She was with that psychopath? It had to be pretty damn important, because she hated being near him. "Thanks Nikolai, by the way, the vodka's in the bar. Doc hid it." The Soviet's eyes lit up as he bolted to the bar. Dempsey, seeing he was gone started running towards the lobby, where the schizo had Ali. Rounding around the counter that stood two feet in front of the door, Tank was horrified. Lying in a puddle of blood on the floor was Alison, her black hair crusted with dried blood, her left sleeve rolled up, and her arm bleeding. In front of her was a message written in German, and in her blood.
Sie verlieren Dempsey.
And under that, in Ali's handwriting.
Holen Sie sichdas Radio, das Spiel zu gewinnen. –Ali
A/N: please R&R... it would make me so happy. (plus ill give you gummy bears!)