Hey guys! This is my first story which is a crossover from the Walking Dead to Call of Duty Zombies! Any ideas for the next chapter don't be afraid to share. Enjoy!
When the Dead Rise
Chapter 1
The Break Out
Holy shit. Well we're screwed. I lost my ray gun. God knows where the hell Richtofen went. And, not that it's a surprise, Nikoli is drunk. Screw it, I'm busting out.
"Dempsey, where are you going?" I heard Nikoli ask. I tried to ignore him but he stumbled after me. "Dempsey?"
"Away." I replied. I did not want his dead weight up my ass as I try to escape.
"Don't leave me Dempsey. Alone I am dead." He pleaded.
"I don't care." I said, still walking. As I walked into the sunlight I found that asshole of a German trying to leave without me. "Where the hell are you going!?"
"Away from you three svines." He snapped. I wanted to kill him, and when he turned, kill him again.
"Listen that was my plan!" I snapped back.
"Well I am NOT going with you." He yelled in his thick German accent.
"Wait, what is going on here?" Nikoli yelled confused as he was.
"Listen both of you shut up! NO ONE LEAVES! I couldn't help but 'overhear' you're conversation and both of inside now!" Takeo yelled as he jumped through the doorway.
"Listen Lee, we were talking." I mocked.
"Hey do not dishonor my heritage!" Takeo snapped clearly agitated.
"Oh for real man please go away and kill another cat." I yelled.
"Listen guys, I –" Nikoli began.
"SHUT UP! This is great!" exclaimed Richtofen.
"For your own good, I will be the bigger man, and back away." Takeo said now calmed down.
"Yeah whatever you say." I muttered still tempted to punch him in the face.
"Listen let's get out together, than we can go find more vodka, and then we could look for shelter?" Nikoli suggested. We all paid no attention.
'Listen we have to get out, no doubt about that." Takeo exclaimed.
"No shit. 'We have to get out' oh my god how stupid are you." I exclaimed.
"SHUT UP! Listen I will climb over the fence and you guys are on your own. I like that plan!" exclaimed Richtofen.
"No we stay together." Pleaded Nikoli, a hit of desperation in his voice.
"For once, I agree with the drunk. We can't split up." I exclaimed.
"Fine." Richtofen said, obviously upset. We discussed and after 15 minutes, which seemed like forever, of negotiating, we finally busted out.
