Here's to Dr. Richtofen and Samantha. Hope you like this! Inspired by Systemofadown4u1's YouTube video, "Nazi Zombies theory Samantha (True facts)".
The old theater of Kino Der Toten smelled of dust, rotted wood, and dead guys. Dr. Edward Richtofen stood in the main lobby of the theater, Olympia in his hand, listening.
The storm outside made the theater creak and groan in the wind, and there was little light that came through.
"Where are you my pretty ones…?" he muttered under his breath. A high-pitched laughter came from upstairs.
Nearly yelling out in surprise, he charged up the right stairwell and into the waiting-room. "Little girl! Ahaa, I heard a little girl up here! Where are you?" He slowly made his way into the next room.
Empty.
The laughter came again, this time from the downstairs dressing room. Richtofen shoved the door open, Olympia held high.
"Gotta catch me! Catch me, catch me, you gotta catch me!"
Richtofen let out an enraged growl, and ran into the dressing room. He caught a flash of white go into the storage room. "Come on RICHTOFEN! AHAHAHAHA!"
Richtofen shivered. "You know my name little girl, yet you are too afraid to face THE DOCTAH!" He laughed, sprinting into the storage room.
"Too afraid?" said the voice, directly behind him.
Richtofen spun around, seeing his target for the first time.
It was a young girl, probably six or seven years old. She had long blond hair that looked an absolute mess. Her eyes made Richtofen want to scream. They were large, and completely black. She was wearing a white gown that went down to her bare feet. In her hand, was a torn-up teddy bear.
Richtofen aimed his gun at her, firmly believing this was a hallucination, a trick of the undead Nazis.
"I'm not scared of you, mister Richtofen. You didn't really know what you were doing."
Richtofen lowered his gun. "Shut up with your riddles little monstah! Tell me who you are!"
The girl stared at him. "I'm Samantha. Don't you remember? You worked for my daddy. I always thought you were really funny."
Richtofen frowned. "Doctah Maxis is dead! Dead!" He actually felt afraid. This girl was real.
"Yes, he is mister Richtofen. Fluffy killed him…Fluffy was bad, and so are you." She tilted her head, studying him. "Daddy says that if someone makes me sad, or hurts me, I can stand up for myself."
Richtofen was speechless.
Samantha hugged her teddy bear to her, as if someone would take it. Scraping noises were suddenly echoing through the theater.
"Mister Richtofen, you were mean to me and Daddy…why were you so mean?"
The scraping noises grew louder.
All at once, zombies were everywhere, on all sides, and Samantha was laughing and giggling, like someone had just told her the funniest joke in the world.
"They're gonna get you mister Richtofen! They're gonna get you!"
Then she was gone.
Richtofen scowled, as the zombies grew closer and closer.
In front of him, was a long, brown box, almost like one that children keep their toys in. Richtofen threw it open, and a torn-up teddy bear rose out of it. A high-pitched giggle echoed through the theater, and the box disappeared.
"The box is roaming, mister Richtofen. Will you find it to save your life? Will you?"
Richtofen let out an enraged snarl.
"No more doctah nice guy!"