It was the 1900s. It all began one foggy evening, inside a boarded up house. Some men were in there, but they had no idea what was about to happen. They all were armed, because they didn't trust each other. It all changed when they heard a yell. When they looked outside, there was no turning back. The first man pulled out his M1911, and started firing away at the zombie.
Man 1: Eat it gutbags!
The second man took the next window, and seeing there were a couple of zombies there, also started firing. The third man started firing at another window, as did the fourth. They all killed their share of zombies when they ran out of firepower. Two of the men grabbed a Kar98k, while the other two got a M1A1 Carbine. The zombies started pushing forward, an the four men had no choice but to open the door. They saw a strange looking box in the corner, which they named the Mystery Box because of the glowing question marks on top. They each reached into the dark box. The first man got out a M2 Flamethrower and bruned the zombies.
Man 1: Hell yeah, maggots, die!
The next man stepped up and got a Ray Gun. He blasted away the next wave of zombies. The third man got Monkey Bombs, while the fourth got the Thundergun. They blasted their way through the next wave of zombies. They just kept on blasting until they got pushed upstairs. They all crowded into the corner and started firing. The first man ran forward, firing his Flamethrower. He also threw his Stielhandgranates until he ran out of ammo. The zombies surrounded him and brought him down.
The men looked on in disbelief. The next two men ran out to save him. The man with the Ray Gun killed all of the zombies surrounding a Monkey Bomb, while the third man saved the first man. The third man threw his last Monkey Bomb, and they all got back into the corner safely. The first man and second man ran down the stairs back to the Mystery Box to get the first man some ammo, but they both were surrounded by the zombies and brought down.
The other two men listened to the sound of death. They just could not believe it. Brought down by a myth, this was enough to break any man's ego. Not that it would matter. The remaining men could not distract the zombies, and the other two men were killed. The fourth man was all alone because the third man was out of Monkey Bombs. Then the third man turned around and found some Stielhandgranates. They fired, and fired as the time passed on. Eventually they ran down to the Mystery Box and got more weapons, but they knew this would be their last stand.
They remember their lives, and the third man grows very sad because he would not see his daughter ever again. They run back up to the corner and fire. They fire like they could actually win. They ran out of ammo, and stared in horror. Then they had a burst of pride and they dodged the attacking zombies to make it downstairs and grab more guns from the Mystery Box. They fired again, until the third man ran out of ammo and grabbed a Thompson Gun off of the wall. While he was doing that the fourth man was overrun and killed. He shot the zombies, and even killed some of them. They both fought hard, but it wasn't enough. Those four men were killed, but it was only the beginning.
Some people called the the Nacht der Untoten, or Night of the Undead. But it didn't matter what happened there. The War against Zombies was inevitable.