chiv-id: Okay, this one is extremely short as well! Even shorter than the last one...which I apologize, but setting up a zombie fic is harder than it looks!

...Pffftttt, no, I just fail at zombie fics apparently. Anyway, hope you enjoy the second prologue! (yes, a second prologue...*falls flat on face*)


The Information Age

Prologue 2: The Escape

Transpired Event #102. Contained Parameters: Ascension Headquarters

Affirmed Targets: Marine Raiders (1), Red Army (1), Imperial Army (1), Wehrmacht (1)

Theorized previous interferences: Peleliu Island, Palau; Wittenau Sanatorium, Berlin, Germany (1945 and 1960s); [REDACTED] Village in Peleliu; Breslau, Germany; Abandoned Nazi Theater in Berlin, Germany

Destination: Abandoned Soviet Cosmodrome en route to Siberia. Status: Critical.

"Shit, Richtofen, we're running out of time here!" Tank Dempsey shouted, shooting a whole clip into a zombie that rushed at him, "Don't you have that time machine up and running yet?"

"Patience, zhis is a delicate matter…oh! Hmm, vell, I'm sure zhat wire vusn't needed anyhow, hahaaaha!," Dr. Edward Richtofen gave a high-pitched maniacal laugh as he threw out a wire. The MDT had been damaged in the last teleportation, too many zombies rushing in to claw their eyes out and eat their flesh. It was like some giant clog in a drain, and the corpses' blood and rotted skin were gunking up the systems.

"Vodka is running low, too," Nikolai Belinski commented, chugging some of the afore-mentioned alcohol down his gullet before spraying his machine gun at a wave of zombies, catching a few in the head and downing them.

"There is no honor in running, but living to fight for your honor another day is better than this!" Takeo Masaki pumped the shotgun in his hands, blowing away another crawling zombie that attempted to bite at his legs. All four of them were now trying to defend their position on the Lunar Lander in the abandoned Soviet Cosmodrome, patching up the MDT that was malfunctioning. While Richtofen worked at the machine, the other three were slowly running out of ammo trying to keep the hordes of zombies from interfering.

"We let Gersch out of the Kassimir Mechanism, so where the fuck did he go?" Dempsey shouted, trying to reload but instead resorts to slamming a boot into the attacking zombie's face, knocking it back before he brought a knife out and slit it across the throat. The head reared back for a moment, the rotting flesh of its neck no longer able to support it, then fell of the body.

"Maybe he hitched ride on rocket?" Nikolai offered as an explanation, which may or may not have been plausible, seeing as how he was one of the scientists working at the Cosmodrome. He would have had the knowledge to work one of the rockets or even another Lunar Lander if there was one that was about.

"Or he is dead," Takeo stuck the barrel of his shotgun in another zombie's mouth, then turned it to face another zombie's head, firing and taking the both of them out, "Gersch was not the only one who was freed from that place." It was sobering thought, but none of them had felt what Takeo was talking about. The man had a certain sense of spirituality that none of the others had, but if what he said was true, then their work wasn't done. 'Come find me,' Takeo had heard, and when he told the others, it had changed from a job well-done, to a grim beginning of a longer feud.

"Ze girl iz very resourceful," Richtofen plugged in a few circuits and started punching in coordinates and numbers for an estimated trajectory, "She could have done zhis all on purpose…" Another chilling thought. Samantha had been toying with them since the start of their journey, although only Richtofen knew of her name and what she could possibly want. Driving the men to insanity, trapping Gersch in the Kassimir Mechanism, putting Gersch in the same place where she could have been dwelling since Rictofen had locked her and her father in the room those many years ago, and heckling him to make him call out to the four of them. She wouldn't have killed him if he was still of use to her, but once she was free…a troubling notion. The others just believed she was just some fucked up little girl who was haunting them through each and every zombie-fest they've been to. And they've had enough of her.

"I am running out of bullets!" Nikolai warned, indicating that they were in a very bad position at the moment. However, if they could just get the teleporter to work, they may be able to live yet another day. Or at least an hour. These things just didn't quit.

"Ja, got it!" Richtofen scrambled to stand up and pick up the twin pistols he had, getting inside the teleporter. The other three ran backwards quickly into the machine of their salvation, Richtofen hitting the switch and giving off another maniacal laugh...which was never good.

"Wait a minute, Richtofen, what did you-" Dempsey was cut off in the blinding array of electrical volts that surrounded them, teleporting them to another time and place.


chiv-id: So, that was the second prologue, and the first real chapter should be coming up in a day or two! I am just slow as hell doing this due to various other reasons...

Anyway, REVIEW, let me know what you think! First zombie fic, so interested to know if it's good, bad, shit off it's rocker, whatever! But no hardcore flaming that makes kittens cry on the inside...LULZ!