Chapter 2: The Worm Hole Spreads

A/N: So this entire story is based on an idea I had about mixing weapons from all eras of time and put them into a zombie map and have all the characters meet in one map. Also, if you like my stories check out Guevara's recent works if you haven't seen them. And as a little side note, I am posting sneak peeks of chapters on my profile, so check it out if you if you want a peek at what's in store for my great audience. So, with much, much, pleasure, I present chapter 2!

The starting line, "It was a cold and stormy night" does not describe what our unfortunate celebrities would describe the situation. Gunshots filled the air. Loud moans from the undead were heard. This is what Sarah, Englund, Trejo, and Rooker would describe it as. Originally, this was supposed to be a move called, "Call of the Dead" but a horrifying secret turn this movie into real life. They had survived for few days but did not count on it to be alive for a few days. Every morning they would search and think of ways to get out of the miserable place in Siberia, but to no avail. This all ended with a sentence from Sarah.

"You know, we're gonna die out here if we stay longer." Sarah said.

"Hold on, remember those guys that we helped out? They had a teleporter in there. So if we can get in there, then we can get out of here!" Englund explained with hope filling his voice.

"Yea but how are gonna get in there?" Trejo asked.

"With sheer firepower!" Rooker shouted. Everyone looked at him weirdly, but they knew very well to at least try. They gathered up the Death Machine they got when they killed Romero, and the Wunder Waffe DG-2 they received from the wierd strangers they helped, along with the "wonder weapons" the Hyena Infra-Dead, the VR-11 Lazarus, and the Porter's X2 Ray Gun they upgraded with the strange machine called Pack-a-Punch. They gathered up at the door and then Sarah shouted, "NOWWWW!" Everyone started shooting and then, after 5 minutes, the door opened, revealing their escape route.

"Hell yea, now we can make our way outta here thanks to my idea!" Rooker exclaimed. Everyone just stared at him. 'Oh, that was a bad idea' Rooker thought. Everyone went inside the chamber, welcomed by the putrid smell of puke, in which a few days ago, there were those strangers there. They ignored the smell and went inside the cramped teleporter, pulled the lever and felt light as their bodies disappeared from the cold and miserable Siberia.

Meanwhile, in the Pentagon…

Nixon tied up the crawler they made to steel bar, which it could never escape from. Nixon joined up with the rest of the politicians and dictator at the middle of the Pentagon.

"We need to get out of here before we fall to these miserable zed heads." Kennedy announced.

"But how are we going to do that Mr. President?" McNamara asked.

"Well, you know about the labs right?" Kennedy asked the group, to which all of them replied yes. Kennedy continued, "I saw some teleporter blue prints if the labs, so if we can grab them and study them, then we can rewire the teleporters to take us somewhere else!"

"Excellent idea Mr. President!" McNamara complimented. So all of them took the cargo elevator down to the labs and searched for the blue prints. They searched for about an hour until Castro announced, "I found the blueprints!" Everyone rushed to him and began to examine the blueprints.

"Ok people, follow me!" Kennedy said, gesturing for them to follow him. When they arrived, Kennedy started to work on the teleporter, with McNamara helping out. Castro stood guard with his FN FAL, while Nixon held the M16. After a few hours of waiting, since Kennedy wasn't exactly an expert on technology, the teleporter rewiring was a success. They brushed their uniforms clean, Castrol lit another cigar, and they stepped in, not knowing that their fate would be crossed with others thanks to the mysterious worm hole…

A/N: Well this marks the end for the 2nd chapter! Remember that after every chapter I post, I will post a sneak peek for the next chapter on my profile, so R&R to make me feel energetic about writing, and stay frosty.

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