So this is my first CoD Fanfic and I hope you guys enjoy it. This will mainly be focused on Ascension and Call of the Dead. Hope you guys like it! :)
"Ze doctor is happy!" shrieked Dr. Richtofen.
"How is this in anyway joyful, Doc?" grumbled Tank.
"What is that clicking sound?" wondered Nikolai.
"An indication that you ran out of honor." said Takeo.
"Shut up, Takeo." slurred Nikolai.
The four warriors were stuck in a giant theater. Many undead chased them from every corner. Tank was blasting away with his Pack-a-Punched Commando, while Takeo was shooting with his honorable HK-21. Nikolai was running around because of his lack of ammo. Meanwhile, the doctor was working on the teleporter and shooting zombies with his Python at the same time.
"C'mon Doc, we gotta go!" yelled Tank.
"I agree." said Nikolai.
"Aghhh! Zhis stupid machine will not..."
At that very moment, the all too familiar sound of the teleporter came on. All of them teleported instantly. They suddenly crashed into a Russian cosmodrome.
"More ammo for a useless gun!" yelled Tank.
"More vodka!" shouted Nikolai as his pouch magically refilled with bottles of vodka.
"I think I recognize zhis place. Voices, will you tell me?" said Richtofen.
Takeo was the only one who did not speak. Suddenly, moaning could be heard. Everyone prepared their pathetic handguns and each took a barrier. For every wave of zombies they killed, another wave came.
"Let's open this door! Hurry!" yelled Tank, when the door opened, being kicked down by an unknown stranger. He was tall, lean, and had an average build. He was about 15, and had Navy SEAL face paint. He held a Commando and had a Thundergun strapped across his back. He was also fighting for his life.
"Come, I know a place with better weapons." he said.
"Who are you?" asked Tank?
"Not now. If we are going to live, you must follow me!" He said urgently.
So everyone followed him up the stairs. He led them outside and showed them a chalk drawing of a submachine gun.
"This is the MP5K. Get it. It's really good." the stranger said.
"My name's Ryan. I was originally in Socorro High School when I got zapped into this nightmare. I've been here since then. When you came, all the doors closed and the rounds got reset. I had very few zombies come my way. I guess they were more interested in you guys."
"A newcomer? But how?" wondered Richtofen.
Suddenly, another human stepped into view.
Ryan grinned.
"Meet my crew."
Ryan's crew turned out to be Wyatt, Matt, and Jobe. They were his closest buddies and he couldn't have wished for anyone else to be with him. Thinking about it, the four newcomers were a bit familiar, but Ryan couldn't quite get it. Maybe he saw them on a T.V show or something.