'Yo doc, what the hell is going on? Take a look at this...' said a confused American accent, somewhere in a distant other world, far from the pitch black nothingness that surrounded me. He echoed through the endless space, ringing in my ears like when you're camping in the woods and your friend's yelling out to you that they're getting wood for the fire so they can get some light in the god damn place.

'Hmm, I see. Vhen did she get here, und how?' echoed another voice, ringing in a German accent.

'No idea, she just, boom, appeared. There was a purple light around her but it's gone, kinda like what happens when we throw one of those black hole things to suck in the freakbags.' The American voice became louder and clearer.

'Dempshey, from now ve have to monitor zhose devices. Now try and vake her up, please.'

A cold hand on my forehead startled me, and I opened my eyes. I gasped in shock as a tall man loomed over me, scowling with concern. He was blonde and blue eyed, rather muscly looking, wearing some sort of military uniform. He looked a bit like my dealer Jack, if he was twenty years older and so skinny. Confusion reigned as I sat up, and rubbing a sore patch on the back of my head, I stared at my hand in horror when I realised I was bleeding.

'You bashed your head pretty bad when you landed here, I think. Nothin' to worry about though, we got a fine doctor on the premises to sort it out.' The American man winked at me, I stared on at him with confusion and suspicion, in between closing my eyes to try and quell the monstrous headache that had taken its grip on me.

'Tank Dempsey, US Marine Corps.' He flashed a smile of straight pearly whites. 'And does the lovely lady sitting here happen to have a name?'

I continued to stare at him with a scowl as I rubbed the back of my head, trying to nurse the wound.

'Alright, Tank? Name's Kathrin. But that's way too posh, so call me Kate. And I don't wanna be rude or nothing, but where the fuck am I?' I asked.

He smiled weakly, before an expression fell over his features somewhere between what seemed like confusion and stress.

'This place ain't a nice one, I won't lie to ya Kate. You a fan of horror movies?'

'Yeah. Love 'em. Why?'

'Ever see that film, White Zombie? I was only young when it came out, it was about 1932 I think, so kinda before your time...' mused the American, distracted by seemingly nothing as he stared into space. A set of footsteps echoed from behind me, and as I turned round whoever Tank was distracted by came into view.

What the fuck could he mean about that film anyway? 1932, and he was only young? This man looked forty years of age, at the very most. Just how old could he be?

Another tall, much skinner man came into view as I focused on him. He wore a space suit which hung a bit loosely on his thin frame which I thought was a bit funny, yet he had a fierce demeanour about him, unlike anything I'd ever seen. The moment he stared at me for the first time I will never forget, how that pair of calculating green eyes pierced right through me, cold as ice and chilling me to the core. You could practically see the cogs turning at full pace behind those emotionless sparkling orbs, analyzing every part of my appearance and body language, looking through a window into the depths of my very psych. I shivered a little as he got closer to me, and I focused all my attention on that oh-so-fascinating twig in front of me on the ground, until those luminescent green eyes became level with mine.

'Ah, vunderbar. You are avake. My name is Edward Richtofen. Oh no, vait, let me start again. I am ze magnificent, DOCTOR Edward Richtofen!' He exclaimed, laughing manically. This man seemed like he'd been harder on the drugs than me and was paying the price. He was downright crazy.

'And who, might I ask, are you, Frauline?' Edward asked me.

'Kate. Kate Wilcox. Good to meet you, Edward.' I kept my tone neutral, almost coming across as professional. As I extended my hand to shake his, his ever-staring eyes never looked away once as he bought my hand up to a pair of thin lips, smirked and planted a lingering kiss on me.

Creep.

'Richtofen! Dempsey! They are coming again!' yelled another man's voice, urgent in his tone, and a pair of running footsteps in our direction bought a Japanese guy into view. He looked panicked as he ran over to the pile of rubble where I'd landed.

'Young rady! You must get out of here, your rife is in danger!' he exclaimed at me, as he grabbed my arm.

'Get off me, I don't know you – who are you? And what the hell is going on?' I was so confused and dizzy, I contradicted myself as I clung onto his arm for support as my head pounded from the injury, and I was overwhelmed with information. I needed a fix of anything, even coffee would have done it for me at that moment.

The shadow of a man appeared around the corner from where we were, walking slowly with a significant limp. His arms were stretched out in front of him as he staggered, and the sound that came from his direction was something seemingly un-human. He yelled in short bursts, not in a man's voice but almost a roar, he groaned in between shouts and growls.

'Who's that?' I asked the Japanese man whose arm I clung onto for dear life.

'We do not have the time. Run!'

Following Tank and Edward, the man broke into a sprint, dragging me with him as my wobbly legs ran along with him. After what seemed like forever, which was most likely only around ten seconds, we'd ran up a flight of stairs and onto a platform where there was a big round thing with rails around it in the middle.

'Takeo, get her onto ze lander, und hurry!' yelled Edward as he pulled a pistol out of his pocket and ran down the stairs.

Staring on down the stairs as I climbed into the big railed thing, I saw something that shocked me so much I could have died at that very moment. A horrible, snarling, running something that looked somewhat human came charging full speed in our direction, ignoring Edward and Tank as it got closer to me and this Takeo guy.

A stench worse than I could have ever imagined filled and assaulted my nostrils as the thing got nearer, I was greeted by a pair of glowing yellow eyes surrounded by grey, green, decaying skin, dressed in a space suit like the Doctor wore. A pink fleshy patch on its head showed its exposed brain through its broken skull.

So this is why Tank spoke about zombie movies.

As the zombie reached out, the lander jolted and we were lifted into the air. I never took my arms off Takeo once, as I felt myself drop down to the floor, the dizziness getting the better of me as everything in front of me became darker and darker until I passed out.