Tank Dempsey, the American, Nakolai Belinski, the Russian, Takeo Masaki, the Japanese, and Edward Richtofen, the German, stepped out of the teleporter into the swamp. "So this is the new graveyard, huh?" Dempsey grumbled, "Looks like a shit-hole to me." He fired a few round from his M1911 pistol into a nearby tree. "Stop where you are, intruders!" A tall, muscular black man jumped from a near-by tree. "State your business here." "I don't fucking know why we're here! We got teleported here after we got done killing some zombie scum, so I am guessing that's why we're here, too!" Dempsey yelled. "Well, this area happens to have recently been overrun with a plague which causes zombification. I would gladly accept your assistance. My name is Moordenaar." "Good, now where are the maggot sacks?" "Do not rush yourself, Dempsey, we should get some guns and ammo first, we are almost out. Do you have any?" Nikolai said, turning Moordenaar. "Yes, right this way." He turned and walked deeper into the swamp. "Guess we better follow," Dempsey grumbled.
About a half hour later they came across a few small huts. Zombies were trudging all around them. "Dammit," Dempsey said, "I wasted my lasted bullet on that tree back there." "I will take care of this," Moodenaar said, pulling out a large machete. He ran into the cluster of huts, charged one zombie, cut its head clean off, and ran into one of the huts. The zombies started towards the hut, but Moordenaar reemerged carrying a minigun, and let loose on the zombies, tearing them all to shreds in seconds. He walked back over to the group, dropped his minigun, and took some AK-47's off of his back and handed them to them along with magazines. "There is more ammo in the hut along with some frag grenades and Perk-a-Cola's. Come."
After resupplying and getting some perks, the group set off into the swamp…
