A Threat From the Past
Chapter 1
Tank Dempsey was good at slaughtering zombies. Very good. So were his comrades, Nikolai Belinski, Edward Richtofen and Takeo Misaki. It was as if they were a zombie-slaying A-Team of sorts. They all had a particular knack for it that surpassed most. The murder of hundreds of Marines, SS, Spetsnaz and Kaigun Tokubetsu Rikusentai at the hand of the undead creatures testified for that. They were fighting their way through the zombies in the headquarters at Der Riese to reach the mastermind behind the entire plot…Dr. Ludwig Maxis. Maxis was a colleague of Richtofen's during the creation of the mindless abominations that surrounded them now. He was originally thought to be dead, due to Richtofen leaving him to die at the hands of Fluffy, the original hellhound. Tank spotted him running through the halls of the lab.
"You can't run forever, you hanky fucker!" He yelled. "He's in the creation labs!" He said to his allies.
"Great, now we can kill that little Piz'da once and for all!" Nikolai said with great anger. A zombie jumped out of nowhere and attacked Takeo. Takeo easily shot it down with his Type 100. He laughed at its feeble attempt to devour him. Richtofen sliced through the flesh of a hellhound with his bowie knife.
"Oh, ze poor puppie!" He said. They finally cornered Maxis in the control center for the entire facility. He had been defending himself from the zombies with a Ray-Gun.
"We have you now, you cowardly little bitch!" Dempsey said.
"Oh, I don't think so…" Maxis said with the Ray-Gun pointed at them. "I wouldn't take another step if I were you. This button here will send out a massive wavelength that will revive every corpse in the vicinity of 100 miles!"
"If you press that button I vill cut off your genetals and feed zem to you!" Richtofen madly screamed.
"He means it, man. Trust me." Nikolai said.
"Its over, maxis. Just give up! We'll try to make your death a little less painful. But still…no guarantees!" Takeo said.
"NOTHING IS OVER! YOU WILL ALL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME!" Maxis screamed while pointing to his horribly disfigured face.
"Maxis, listen to me. Think of Samantha. Would she want you to do this? You have the power to stop the death! NOW DON'T FUCKIN' PRESS THAT BUTTON!" Dempsey said in a rage. Maxis looked as if he was contemplating what Tank had said to him about his daughter, Samantha. The only reason Tank knew about Samantha was because he heard Richtofen babbling about it during their long battle. Maxis put his head down and started to laugh. Quietly at first, then it escalated in volume. It turned into a raging, maniacal laugh. He reached his hand toward the console…and pressed the button.
Dempsey awoke from his nightmare with a shout. He was sweating all over. He laid back down, panting heavily.
"You okay, honey?" Tank's wife, Sarah said.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Just more nightmares." Tank responded.
"About Der Riese?"
"What else have I had nightmares about…ever?" He said and put his arm around her. She giggled and snuggled up into his chest.
"You might want to get some sleep if you want to be awake for your poker with the guys tomorrow." She said while rubbing her finger against his chest.
"Well at the moment, I want something, but it ain't sleep." He said slyly.
"Oh, Mr. Dempsey, you're so charming!" Sarah said and pulled the sheets over them.
Tank walked down the stairs and sat at the dining room table. Sarah was making breakfast and his twelve-year-old son, James, was reading a comic book.
"Hey buddy, whatcha reading'?" Tank said.
"Spider-Man." He replied flatly.
"Okay…" Tank said awkwardly.
"Morning, sweetie! How was your sleep?" She said.
"Really, REALLY good." He said while raising an eyebrow. Sarah giggled.
"Well I'm glad. You like everything for breakfast right? I have bacon, eggs, sausage, pancakes and orange slices. You okay with that?" She said.
"Sounds perfect. Hey I won't be home till late tonight. Me and the guys are gonna have a drink at the bar and go to Edward's house and play some blackjack…maybe watch the game." He said.
"Well you have been working very hard lately. You deserve it." She said and put Tank's platter in front of him with a tall glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee. He ate it all in five minutes. He went upstairs, showered, got dressed and came down the stairs.
"Alright well, I'm gone." He said. He kissed his wife and ruffled James' hair, and left.
Tank's day had been long and hard. For a winner of the congressional Medal of Honor for his heavy involvement of the extermination of the undead forces of Doctor Maxis in 1946, he sure didn't have a very good job. He was a lumberjack. He spent his days, exhausting his muscles chopping wood, and he did fairly well for a 59 year-old man. The year was 1967, and, to the amazement of himself, was enjoying the quiet life for a change. He had returned from Germany in 1949 and quickly married his wife Sarah. They were very happy together. Even though they frequently got into spats due to Tank's stubbornness and Sarah's bossiness. They had their son, James, in 1955. Tank said goodbye to his buddies at the site and got into his car and drove to pick up his friend, Nikolai Belinski also a recipient of the Medal of Honor. He was an official citizen of the United States due to communist Russia kicking him out. Even though Nikolai himself was communist when they did. Dempsey pulled into Nikolai's driveway just in time to see Nikolai slapping a hooker.
"Get off my property, dirty bitch!" Tank faintly heard him yell through the closed car window. Tank would usually find people like Nikolai to be disgusting human beings, but he liked Nikolai. They had been through a lot together.
"You bastard! I hope you rot in hell!" She yelled. "You promised to marry me!" She yelled.
"Yeah, till I screwed you! It was like hot dog in hallway!" He said. She ran away when Nikolai finally noticed Dempsey sitting in his car. He rolled the window down.
"Hey Nikolai, you wanna come on? I'm tired of waiting!" Tank said.
" Oh, hello! Dempsey, my friend! Yes, just let me get dressed." Nikolai responded. Seeing as how he only had a t-shirt and boxers on, it was a pretty good idea. After about 5 minutes, Nikolai came walking out to the car. He had put on weight. He opened the passenger door and got in.
"Hey, Nikolai, what was that about?" Dempsey said.
"Caught the bitch stealing my money." Nikolai said.
"Or SHE caught YOU stealing HER money." Dempsey said. Nikolai laughed.
"Maybe, comrade, maybe. So what are we doing tonight?" Nikolai asked.
"Well, were meetin' Richtofen and Takeo at the bar, were gonna drink till we puke, and go back to Richtofen's house and play some poker. Maybe watch the game." Dempsey said.
"Good, good. I like American football. It makes me rage at them hitting each other. It is funny. But you forgot one thing…I NEVER puke after drinking!" Nikolai said.
"Yeah…I guess." Tank said. They arrived at the bar to see Richtofen's car parked in the lot.
"Well, let's go on in." Tank told Nikolai.
"Hold on, Dempsey." Nikolai said. He made sure his colt M1911 pistol was loaded. He put it in his pants. "Ok, let's go." They walked into the bar to see their once uneasy allies-turned-friends Edward Richtofen and Takeo Misaki sitting at the bar. Takeo was having imported Sake and Richtofen was having draft beer.
"Dempsey, Nikolai, my friends, come sit at the bar and have a drink." Takeo said. "Don't mind if I do, you lousy chink." Nikolai said. Takeo laughed. He would usually shoot anyone who called him that in the head, but it had become sort of a joke between them.
"I assume you want vodka, you fucking mamaluke?" Takeo said.
"You know it." Nikolai said.
"Dempsey! Schtill a stupid idiot, I see." Richtofen said.
"Hey, Richtofen, eat a dick." Dempsey said and they both laughed. Nikolai had already downed his first glass of vodka, and was making his way through his second.
"Hey, fellas, why don't we play five-finger-filet like old times? We haven't played that in forever!" Dempsey said.
"An excellent idea Dempshey. I have just the thing for that." Richtofen said and pulled out his lucky Bowie knife. He had grown particularly fond of the bowie knife after he killed many zombies with it. He and Takeo had also received Medals of Honor (for help revealing how to destroy the teleporters at Der Riese to the United States government and the extermination of the zombies.) and complimentary psychiatric treatments for Richtofen's schizophrenia. In a period of 9 months, he was cured.
"I will filet the fingers first!" Nikolai said. Who had just downed his 3rd glass of vodka. He took the knife from Richtofen. He started stabbing the bar between his fingers, when he stabbed his finger.
"Ah! Fuck!" He exclaimed. Someone laughed in a deep voice behind him.
"Man, you suck ass at that game! You're a bitch, you know that? Just a bitch." It was a huge, African American man. Probably a foot taller than any of them.
"I'd take that back, man." Dempsey said. "I really would."
"You think this Russian BITCH is tough? I could kick his ass WAY too easily." The man said.
"It is your mistake, we warned you." Takeo said.
"If you think this BI-" BAM! His face was met with a massive punch delivered by Nikolai. He followed up with a backhand, and a kick in the stomach, then a knee in his face. The man spat out blood. Nikolai then punched him in his throat. Then knocked him on his back with an uppercut. He then got down and viciously beat on his face for 15 seconds.
"Who's the bitch now, Piz'da?" Nikolai yelled at his face as he struggled not to choke on his blood. Richtofen was laughing hysterically. Even though he was cured of his insanity, he still enjoyed violence.
" My turn!" Dempsey said when somebody tapped his shoulder.
"Who the hell are you?" He said. The mysterious person leaned forward into the light. As did his three comrades. They looked just like Tank, Nikolai, Richtofen and Takeo.
"We're you…" He said.
"Oh, SHIT…" Nikolai said.
OH HOHOHOHO! Looks like the gang is in some big trouble. Please read and review! PEACE OUT!