TsukiBooks: And here is Chapter 2! Sorry it's taken us so long to finish it, but as you will soon discover…It is a long one. –For those who giggled and said; 'That's what she said', shame on you…You know who you are…
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Chapter 2: The White Light.
Location: Earth, Arabian Peninsula, Hotel Oasis.
Year: 2017.
A satisfied smile adorned Captain John Price's face as he stared at the corpse of Vladimir Makarov, twitching as it hung suspended from the rooftop of Hotel Oasis. He sighed, taking a long drag from his cigar, and stood up.
''That's for you Soap…'' Price muttered, thinking about his best friend whom he had lost. ''And for you too Yuri.'' he said, remembering also about his more recent loss at the top of the hotel.
Price considered all of his friends who had died due to Makarov and his diabolical legacy.
'Gaz, Ghost, Roach, Soap, Yuri...this was for all of them.' he thought, allowing a single tear to fall for his fallen brothers. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of police sirens at the bottom of the hotel.
''Best get down there and explain everything.'' he sighed. Taking another puff from his cigar, he turned from the grizzly sight of Makarov's body, and made his way towards the stairs. ''Better tell Nikolai what's happened as well.''
As he got halfway down the hallway a sudden and violent flash of white light burst from beneath his feet.
''Gah...what the devil is this?'' He cried trying to shield his eyes from the blinding light. He then felt the ground fall from his beneath feet and he felt like he was falling until all he knew was white light, and a voice screaming in his ears;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: Panama, El Chorillo.
Year: 1989.
Get on that mini gun!'' Alex Mason shouted to his best friend Frank Woods, as he shot down the soldier using the mini gun on the back of a pickup truck, which had driven near Manuel Noriega's private jet.
''You got it, Mason.'' Woods confirmed as he jumped on the back of the pickup truck and manned the mini gun.
Over the roar of the gun cutting down PDF soldiers, Mason heard static on his radio, as if someone was trying to contact him. His attention was quickly taken away from it however when he saw one of the SEAL team members with an RPG aimed at the jet.
''Frank, look out!'' Mason bellowed at his friend. Woods looked up, just as the soldier fired the RPG.
''SHIT!'' He cried and leapt from the vehicle just as the plane blew up.
''Hey, watch where you're firing that thing!'' Woods yelled at the soldier as Mason helped him up.
''Come on, we gotta find Noriega.'' Mason said. Just then a voice sounded on the comms.
-''Mason...it's Hudson.'' Jason Hudson said over the radio.
''Where the hell have you been?'' Mason asked speaking into the radio.
Silence.
''Hudson?'' Mason asked.
Silence.
''Hudson?'' He asked again.
Silence.
''Hudson?!'' He asked for a third time.
-''We have confirmation on location of 'false profit'. Adelina Hotel. Room 225. Move to secure. Hudson out.'' Hudson said abruptly before cutting out.
''Damn it.'' Mason whispered before Mark McKnight's voice came through the comms;
-''I have visual. Multiple targets outside the hotel.'' he said.
''Roger that.'' Woods confirmed as he and Mason moved out into the pool area in front of the hotel. Then enemy soldiers that were outside the hotel were shot down by McKnight's sniper fire.
-''You're clear.'' McKnight said over the comms.
Just as Mason and Woods began to run towards the stairs that lead to where Noriega was hiding, a sudden burst of white light surrounded them.
''What's happening?!'' Woods shouted trying to cover his eyes from the light.
''I don't know! Argh I can't see a damn thing!'' Mason yelled as the light grew brighter.
''Hudson? McKnight? What's happening?'' Woods yelled into the radio.
However before anyone could reply, the two of them began to fall as the ground gave way from under their feet. The last thing either of them heard as the light fully engulfed them was someone shouting;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: Czech Republic, Prague.
Year: 2016.
John MacTavish, more commonly know as Soap, and Yuri sprinted into a shop with a lift, its doors unable to close due to the dead soldier between them. As the pair ran into the shop, the helicopter that they were avoiding flew past them.
''Wait here.'' Soap said to the Russian soldier, ''Price, you copy?'' He asked into his radio.
-''Go ahead.'' Captain Price replied.
''Lots of movement on the streets. Keep your eyes high, snipers everywhere.'' the Scottish soldier informed him.
-''We'll keep an eye out.'' Price said.
''Let's go Yuri.'' Soap said and the two of them moved out of the shop. They both hear a low rumbling.
''You hear that?'' Soap questioned.
''Yes.'' Yuri whispered, ''Enemy BTR''
''Enemy convoy! Move now!'' Soap hissed and they ran over to a corner of another shop. Soap looked round the corner and quickly shrank back.
''There's too many of them.'' he said as he opened the door to the shop and dropped to prone, ''Get down'' he told Yuri, who did the same.
The two of them crawled under the window out of sight from any soldiers outside. Then a door opened and a couple of Russian soldiers walked in.
''They're inside the building.'' Yuri whispered. They crawled slowly forward. Then outside a dog jumped up at the window and begins barking.
''Don't move.'' Soap hissed placing a hand on his pistol holstered at his leg, as one of the Russian walked over to the window and began to argue with another soldier.
Suddenly without warning a bright light burst into the store surrounding Soap and Yuri.
''Argh Soap...what's happening?!'' Yuri shouted over the roar of the light.
''Shite! I don't know Yuri!'' Soap shouted back, hearing bullets flying and windows smashing. Then the two soldiers began falling as the light completely surrounded them and blocked off everything. Everything other than a loud voice of someone screaming;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: Arctic Circle.
Year: 1945.
Viktor Reznov and Dimitri Petrenko were leading the way, for their exploration team; through a wrecked ship in search for a chemical substance know as Nova Six.
They heard Dr. Friedrich Steiner, the German who created the chemical weapon; say something about V2 rockets, containing the weapon, to be launched at key targets, including Washington D.C and Moscow.
''Hmm...ambitious and commendable, Herr Steiner.'' Nikita Dragovich said sounding impressed.
''Did Dragovich just commend Steiner for planning to bomb Moscow?'' Dimitri whispered to Reznov sounding shocked.
''Yes my friend...clearly he does not care for our Motherland.'' Reznov whispered back warily.
''But ve vere too late.'' Steiner explained, ''Ze British vere upon us, and zhere bombers crippled zhis ship. Locked in ze ice...ve tried to salvaged vhat ve could, but it vas too late. Germany had surrendered and a Russian flag flew over Berlin. Ze SS vere ordered to destroy ze ship if ve vere attacked.''
''Clearly they failed...the explosives were never activated.'' Lev Kravchenko observed, as they came to a door.
''Zhis is it.'' Steiner declared.
''Reznov get the door.'' Dragovich ordered. Reznov opened the chamber door and walked in. The first thing he noticed was some large canisters that read (in German); Nova Six.
''So this is your chemical weapon Doctor Steiner?'' Dragovich asked the Nazi.
''Indeed General.'' Steiner confirmed.
Dragovich looked at Reznov and Dimitri then to Kravchenko and said to him; ''I wonder what it would be like to see the weapon in use, first hand?''
He smiled wickedly and nodded at Kravcheneko. The large Russian laughed quietly and then signalled his men to grab hold of Reznov, Dimitri and their team.
''How kind of you to volunteer Viktor!'' Dragovich said to Reznov.
''Dragovich...you treacherous svoloch!'' Reznov shouted struggling as he and Dimitri along with their friends were dragged towards the gassing chambers.
''How dare you betray your own, you insult our Motherland!'' Dimitri yelled as they were thrown in the chambers.
''You die first.'' Dragovich smirked at Dimitri. He then turned to Reznov and said just before the door shut; ''Watch now Reznov as your closest friend dies.''
With that, the door was slammed shut. Reznov smashed his fist on the glass that divided himself and Dimitri.
''No…'' he whispered. But just as Steiner placed his hand on the button, that activated the gas in the chamber that Dimitri was in, a sudden blinding light violently burst from beneath Reznov and Dimitri.
''Argh Dimitri!'' Reznov cried, covering his eyes as the light grew brighter.
''REZNOV!'' Dimitri shouted as he was surrounded by the light.
Then both of them began falling and the last thing the heard was a loud;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: Georgian-Russian Border, Caucasus Mountains, Vladimir Makarov's safe house.
Year: 2016.
Ghost and Roach were searching Vladimir Makarov's safe house for intelligence. General Shepherd had just given them orders to collect any intel that they found.
''Roach, get on Makarov's computer and start transferring data on to the DSM.'' Ghost told Roach. ''Ozone you're on rear security, I've got the front, Go!''
-''On my way.'' Ozone said over the radio.
Roach walked over to the computer, ''Linking up the DSM now.'' he said.
-''Task force, this is Price.'' Captain Price's voice came through the radio; ''More of Makarov's men just arrived at the boneyard...Soap, cover me. I'm gonna slot that guy over there and use his radio to tap into their comms. Ghost, we're going silent for a few minutes, good luck up there in Russia. Price out''
-''Claymores have been place at strategic locations around the house and its entrances.'' Scarecrow informed over the comms.
''DSM linked, starting transfer now.'' Roach told them.
-''Ghost,'' Archer, one of their snipers said through the radio; ''You got a large force heading your way from all directions, enemy choppers are landing troops just out side of the house.''
''Cheers Archer.'' Ghost said, ''Makarov's men are going to do whatever it takes to keep us from leaving with this Intel. We need to protect the DSM until the transfer is complete. Get ready boys.''
-''Ready to engage.'' Ozone said.
''I'm in position.'' Scarecrow told them.
Then they heard a claymore go off, then another. Then the bullets started flying.
''Contact!'' Ghost shouted. A few more claymores blew followed by Makarov's men screams.
''Boys, we got men coming through the front door, Roach move to assist!'' Scarecrow shouted. Roach threw a grenade though the window and ran over to help out Scarecrow. Multiple hostile soldiers tried to run through the door but were only met with a shower of bullets.
-''I'm falling back to the main room, too many hostiles!'' Ozone yelled.
-''Ghost you have RPG teams converging on your position.'' Archer told the mask soldier; ''Toad and I will take out as many as we can.''
Just as Ozone came running through into the main room an RPG came rocketing through the doors and blew up the stairs, sending Ozone and Roach crashing to the floor.
''OZONE, ROACH!'' Ghost shouted, running over to drag Roach away from the doors, ''Scarecrow, grab Ozone!''
Scarecrow ran forward and dragged Ozone away from the firing line.
-''Toad and I are displacing Ghost.'' Archer informed; ''You're going to be without sniper support for thirty seconds, standby.''
''Roach, Ozone you two ok?'' Ghost asked the two soldiers.
''Yeah fine.'' Roach said as Ozone nodded. They heard a beep from the DSM.
Looking up Ghost said; ''Good, now we gotta get that DSM and get to the extraction point. Go. Go''
But just as Roach was about to grab the DSM a soldier with an RPG came running round the corner and aimed at him. However before the soldier could even fire, a powerful and sudden bright white light burst from beneath Roach and Ghost.
''Argh Ghost! What the hell is going on?'' Roach yelled.
''I don't know...argh bollocks! Does anyone copy? Archer, Toad, Ozone, Scarecrow!?'' Ghost shouted into the radio over multiple voices shouting into their radios, and the roar of the light as it grew in intensity.
-''What...the...hell...is...happening...Ghost?'' Roach and Ghost heard Archer grunt, before the light engulfed the two of them, then they were falling.
''Hold on Roach!'' Ghost shouted, just as they heard a voice shrieking;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: U.S.A, The Pentagon
Year: 1963.
''Attention we are now at Defcon 5 security lock down lifted'' the female security announcer informed the people who were in The Pentagon. However only four people were alive to care about it.
Four people, who had been having political talks, were now forced to fight for their lives against the zombie invasion of The Pentagon.
Those four people were; John F. Kennedy The President of the United States, Robert McNamara the Secretary of Defense of the U.S, Richard Nixon a U.S Presidential Candidate and Fidel Castro Prime Minister of Cuba.
''To the teleporter my friends and ultimately to the pack-a-punch.'' Kennedy said leading the way along the balcony in the war room to the stairs that lead to the teleporter.
''Trust a capitalist to be leading the way.'' Castro said killing zombies attacking them from the rear.
''Castro there's a time and a place.'' McNamara snapped as he threw a grenade over the balcony.
''Gentlemen I wanna get through this so I can get more votes, so stop arguing like a bunch of hippies.'' Nixon drawled.
''Shut up all of you and get into the teleporter.'' Kennedy shouted, shooting a hoard of zombies that were climbing out the windows.
The four of them ran into the teleporter, which transported them to the panic room. A wall panel span round to reveal the pack-a-punch machine.
''Hello Mr. Pack-a-punch, can I please have your vote?'' Nixon said walking over to the machine and slinging in his HS-10 and upgrading it to the Typhoid & Mary.
''Ask not what your gun can do for you, but what you can do for your gun.'' Kennedy said placing his Winters howl into the grinding gears. After it had finished he picked up the Winters fury; ''I am ready to freeze this hell over.'' he said smiling.
''Mr. President I am curious to know something.'' Castro said as he upgraded his Python for the Cobra.
''And what might that be Mr. Prime Minister?'' Kennedy asked with an eyebrow raised.
''Well when we were talking and those zombies attacked us, the way you said 'zombies' seemed rather causal, as if you knew about the zombies.''
''That is not of your concern Fidel.'' McNamara said pointedly as he pack-a-punched his M16 for a Skullcrusher.
''Also when we were down in the labs, I saw some teleporter prototypes and some old Nazi documents that mention the zombies.'' Castro continued, ignoring McNamara; ''So, Mr. President my question is; did you and your government know about the zombies and use Nazi experiments on dead bodies which ultimately lead to this attack right now?''
Kennedy swallowed hard; ''well uh maybe we-...'' he began but was cut off as the doors to the panic room swung open revealing the Pentagon Thief standing in front of a huge amount of zombies.
''What?! I thought he appeared separate from the zombies!'' McNamara shouted as he aimed his assault rifle at the army of living dead.
''Here we go!'' Nixon shouted as the Pentagon Thief led the zombies in a charge against the political leaders.
''Gentlemen, if this is to be our last stand, then we must make it a last stand worth stories.'' the President said as he fired a blizzard from his Winters fury at the zombies.
Just as the cold wind hit the zombies a white light violently and surprisingly shot up from beneath the four zombie killers.
''Argh what trickery is this?!'' Castro cried, shielding his eyes from the radiant light that was surrounding all four of them.
''I'm not a crook, I'm not a crook, I'm not a crook!'' Nixon quickly shouted, also covering his eyes from the light.
''Mr. President where are you!?'' McNamara shouted, as he tried to squint through the sheer brightness of the light that was engulfing them.
''Hold on my friends, it's gonna get rough.'' President Kennedy shouted over the roar of the light.
Then it felt like the ground collapsed from underneath them and they began falling, only hearing a single voice scream;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: The Middle East.
Year: 2011.
-''Mayday, mayday this is Deadly going in hard!'' The Pilot, of the Cobra that supported Lt. Vasquez and his team, shouted as her helicopter crash landed into the buildings below.
''Shit.'' Paul Jackson said under his breath. ''We have a Cobra down, I repeat, we have a Cobra down!'' Jackson heard his transport chopper; (code name Outlaw 2-5) say.
''Deadly, this is Outlaw 2-5, do you copy?'' Outlaw asked the downed pilot, before switching to command.
''I have visual on the crash site. I see small arms fire coming from the cockpit. Request permission to initiate search and rescue, over.''
-''Copy that 2-5, be advised you will NOT be at a safe distance in the event that nuke goes off. Do you understand?'' Command warned, referring to the Russian warhead that Khaled Al-Asad had in his palace and was threatening to detonate.
''Roger that, we know what we're getting ourselves into.'' 2-5 confirmed.
-''Alright 2-5, it's your call. Retrieve that pilot if you can. Out.'' Command replied.
Jackson sighed with relief; ''Good, let's go get her.'' he said.
''Deadly do you copy?'' 2-5 asked ''What is your status, over?''
-''I'm here!'' Pilot Deadly coughed ''Keating is KIA! Hostiles moving in fast! I sure could use some help down here!''
''Hold on, we're coming to get ya.'' 2-5 said.
The Seaknight chopper landed and Jackson, Lt. Vasquez and the rest of the team disembarked.
-''Be advised 2-5, you have hostiles advancing parallel southwest of your position towards the crash site.'' Command informed.
''We got ninety seconds Jackson!'' Vasquez said to the soldier; ''Get the pilot! NO ONE gets left behind!''
Jackson led the way towards the downed helicopter, shooting any hostiles who got in his way.
''Come on, come on!'' He shouted to himself. When he got to the wreck he threw a flashbang at the enemy.
''Pull her out of there and get back to the LZ! We're running out of time!'' Vasquez shouted.
''Need a hand'' Jackson asked pilot Deadly.
She smiled at him and said; ''Well considering the circumstances I think I might let you help''
He laughed and picked her up.
''Get her out of there, we'll cover you. Move!'' Vasquez shouted.
Jackson ran as fast as he could back to the transport chopper, hearing bullets fly past him. The pilot who he had rescued was shooting enemy soldiers behind them with her pistol.
''What's your name?'' Jackson asked her.
''Pelayo.'' she told him, ''yours?''
''Jackson, Paul Jackson.'' he replied. They got to the helicopter and he set her down. He turned round and began shooting enemy soldiers who were charging at them.
-''Outlaw this is Command.'' Commands voice came through; ''We have a probable nuclear threat at the capital. Proceed to minimum safe distance until the all clear has been given by the NEST team.''
''Alright, let's get out of here, go. Go!'' Vasquez told the pilot. The helicopter took off and began to fly away from the crash site. As it gained distance Command's voice came through the radio again.
''All U.S Forces, be advised, we have a confirmed nuclear threat in the city. NEST teams are on site and attempting to disarm. I repeat. We're-...'' He was cut off however when suddenly, without warning a colossal explosion went off in the distance.
Jackson covered his eyes from the light caused by the nuclear explosion, when suddenly another bright light burst from underneath him. This light was different however; it was pure white, unlike the orange tinted light of the nuclear bomb.
''Oh shit!'' Jackson shouted as the white light outshone everything else and engulfed him. He felt the chopper floor slip from under his feet. As he fell he thought he must have fallen out of the helicopter.
'I'm going to die…' he thought. The last thing he heard before all he knew was whiteness, was a voice shouting;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: Vietnam Border, Laos
Year: 1968.
''Spetsnaz!'' Woods shouted as the Soviet soldiers roped down from the Hinds.
''Come get some bitches!'' Joseph Bowman shouted while shooting multiple enemy soldiers down.
''Damn Communists!'' Mason grunted while taking cover from the Spetsnaz soldiers.
Bowman threw a grenade at the enemy soldiers. Screams could be heard from the Russian soldiers as the grenade blew. Woods, Mason and Bowman finished off the last of the hostile soldiers.
''That's the last of 'em,'' Woods said as he kicked a body out of the way, ''that's why the Hinds went away. They can't leave any evidence of Russian soldiers in Nam.'' They walked over to the wing of the crashed plane.
''The cargo must have been Nova Six.'' Mason said; ''Kravchenko wouldn't go to all this trouble for nothing!''
Woods shrugged and looked at the wrecked plane.
''We'll have to climb this wing to get to the fuselage.'' he said before attempting to climb up.
''I'll go first.'' Mason began slowly treading up the wing.
''Take it easy, Mason.'' Bowman warned as he and Woods stabilised both ends of the plane wing.
''Easy, easy.'' Woods said as the wing moved slightly. A small explosion went off causing the wing to jolt.
''Mason!'' Bowman exclaimed.
Mason was fine, however, and he and the other two crossed the wing safely. They entered the plane, only to find dead bodies and crates that, when opened, had American weaponry in them.
''What happened?'' Bowman said as he bent down to examine one of the bodies.
''Chemical weapon, Nova Six. It must have dispersed after the crash.'' Mason said. He and Woods examined the crates that had the guns in them.
''Grenade launchers, China Lakes. What the hell are Russians doing with American weapons?'' Woods said throwing a China Lake to Mason and a Draganov, Sniper Rifle, to Bowman.
''Must have been some kind of set up.'' Bowman said; ''Nova Six is all gone, but see this'' he pulled out a map of the area from the crate, then pointed to a location on it; ''That's gotta be Kravchenko's compound, deep inside Laos.''
''Kravchenko...he must die…'' Mason muttered.
''Ok Mason. Let's go.'' Bowman said, giving him a strange look. They moved forward, towards the cockpit. Woods suddenly stopped and pointed into a clearing below.
''Down there look!'' he said pointing to multiple enemy soldiers; ''Bowman, sniper rifle. Mason, use the China Lake. Blow these fuckers to kingdom come!''
They began engaging the enemy soldiers below. Mason fired the China Lake sending explosives into the soldiers below.
Bowman was sniping all possible targets; he mainly concentrated on any RPG teams that had their sights on the plane. He then saw two helicopters flying their way.
''Fuck, the Hinds are back! Look out!'' Woods shouted as the choppers drew level with the plane. Bowman aimed his sights on one of the pilots head. The Hinds fired their rockets at the plane. Before the rockets hit though a blinding light tore its way from the plane floor and surrounded Bowman.
''What the hell!?'' He shouted covering his eyes. He felt the rockets hit the plane, but the light grew more intense. He felt like he had slipped and was now falling as the light was completely engulfing him.
''Help!'' He called. But no answer came. Only a single voice screaming;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: U.S.A, Washington D.C.
Year: 2016.
''SAM launch! Hold on!'' The helicopter pilot, Dagger 2-1 said as Russian SAMs fired on the helicopter.
James Ramirez, Sgt. Foley and Cpl. Dunn braced themselves for impact.
''Hold on!'' Ramirez called.
The rockets hit the chopper, so it began to spin out of control.
''We're hit!'' Dagger 2-1 cried as they lost altitude; ''Mayday, mayday, this is Dagger 2-1. We are going down at grid square papa bravo 2-...'' He was cut off however as they crash landed. Ramirez was knocked out cold. Sgt. Foley and Cpl. Dunn along with a couple of other soldiers got out of the wreck and began firing on enemy Russian soldiers.
''Ramirez is out cold!''' Sgt Foley announced.
''We're out numbered here boss!'' Dunn said to Sgt. Foley.
''Keep your head together Corporal!'' Sgt. Foley said; ''I've seen wars won with smaller numbers!''
Ramirez's eyes flickered open and he sat up his head spinning from shell-shock. He checked his hands, which were scratched and burnt.
One of the unit soldiers turned round and handed Ramirez a gun, before taking a bullet to the back of the head.
''We got a man down!'' Dunn shouted.
''Ramirez start picking targets!'' Sgt. Foley ordered. Ramirez immediately began firing rounds into the enemy until he ran out of his current clip.
''I'm out!'' He shouted. Sgt. Foley turned round and threw him another magazine.
''Last mag, use it wisely.'' the Sergeant told him. Ramirez didn't miss a single shot, but before long his ammo ran dry again. Cpl. Dunn edged out killing a couple of hostiles, before a bullet whizzed into his shoulder.
''Ah shit!'' He cried clutching the wound as Sgt. Foley dragged him back. Just then an enemy attack-heli flew its way towards them. Its searchlight spotted them, blinding them all. Just as it was about to fire on them, a colossal explosion went off in the sky. All the lights in the street cut out, as well as the red dot site on Ramirez's gun.
Five seconds later the enemy helicopter, that had sighted them, began to spin out of control and crash landed. Soon all hell was breaking loose as helicopters fell from the sky, jets smashed into the ground and explosions going off everywhere.
''What the hell is going on!?'' Ramirez shouted.
''I dunno, but we need to get off the street now! Go!'' Sgt. Foley shouted, helping Ramirez out of the chopper. They began running, avoiding the falling choppers.
''This isn't good man! Whoa!'' Dunn shouted over the explosions, nearly getting hit himself.
''Don't stop! Keep moving!'' Ramirez shouted.
''Holy shit!'' Dunn yelled, dodging an exploding BTR when a chopper landed on it.
''What the hell is going on!?'' Ramirez shouted.
''EMP!'' Sgt. Foley bellowed. They ran into a building just as a chopper smashed down and blocked the exit. They all panted, while outside the carnage raged on.
''What the hell we gonna do now, man?'' Dunn ranted, panic-stricken; ''Russians got us out numbered, shits falling from the sky, we're screwed man! We're totally scr-...'' He was cut off when a white light tore its way from the floor and surrounded them.
''What the hell is happening now!?'' He demanded, covering his eyes from the light.
''Argh, I don't know!'' Sgt. Foley said; ''Ramirez can you see anything?''
''No sir, just whiteness!'' Ramirez replied. Just then they felt like the ground disappeared from underneath them. Ramirez, Dunn and Sgt. Foley all fell into the engulfing light hearing only a single voice bellowing;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: Palau, Peleliu Islands.
Year: 1944.
An American LVT is launched out to see from a transport ship, and heads towards the beach on one of the Peleliu islands.
A squad of soldiers was preparing to fight the Japanese Resistance that was on the islands. Those soldiers were Sergeant Sullivan, Corporal Roebuck, Private Miller and Private Polonsky, along with the rest of their unit.
''Navy's been bombing the hell out of the island for two days straight!'' Sgt. Sullivan informed them, as they rode the waves of the sea towards the island; ''Miller! We hit any resistance on that beach, you get on that radio and call for immediate missile support!''
''Got it.'' Miller replied, shortly.
''Roebuck, I want you up that beach and at the tree line ASAP. You're on point as we move inland.'' Sullivan said to Roebuck, who in turn nodded.
They saw a plane in the distance get shot down.
''Was that one of ours?'' Polonsky asked.
''Fuck! East Ridge! There's a 200 millimeter on point!'' Roebuck said.
Soon explosions were going off everywhere and American LVTs were being blow out of the water.
''Another LVT's been hit!'' Miller shouted over the explosions.
''Everyone...keep...your...heads... down! You hear me?'' Sullivan said.
The LVT hit the beach, but was stuck.
''We need to get off this thing!'' Polonsky said.
''Driver, drop the ramp!'' Sullivan ordered; ''that gun could zero on us anytime!''
One of the soldiers in their unit poked his head out side the vehicle and shouted ''It's the coral! We're stuck on the co-...''
He was cut off as a bullet flew through his head splattering his brains everywhere. Polonsky looked horrified but Sullivan shouted; ''Drop the ramp!''
A huge explosion went off and they were all thrown into the sea. Sullivan, Roebuck and Polonsky climbed out the water and took cover behind some rocks. Sullivan spotted Miller in the water and pulled him up.
''I got you Miller! You're still in one piece!'' Sullivan said to the marine; ''Plan's gone to shit... Tojo's got a defensive line dug in just beyond the tree line. We got heavy MG fire tearing up the beach.'' he handed Miller a radio; ''Call rocket strikes on those positions! Now!'' He ordered. Miller nodded.
''Hey, we got hostile resistance on the beach and at the East Ridge! Request immediate rocket support now!'' He shouted down the radio.
A few minutes later, after giving co-ordinates a rocket barrage hit the beach and tree line destroying the Japanese resistance.
''Good work marines... regroup at the tree line.'' Sullivan said. They began to run through the shallow water and towards to tree line.
''What the hell went wrong!?'' Miller shouted; ''There wasn't meant to be any resistance!''
''That rocket strike should have softened them up a bit.'' Roebuck said.
They got to the beach and moved towards the trees. Polonsky stood in a puddle, while Roebuck stood in another to the right, then Miller stood in another puddle to left of Polonsky. Suddenly the ground began to shake.
''What the?'' Miller said. Then they heard an illegible voice in the air.
''What's that noise?'' Polonsky said aiming at the trees. Suddenly four lion-like statues rose from below the beach, each one had some sort of pistol, which looked like a toy, in its mouth. Sullivan, Roebuck, Polonsky and Miller went to investigate.
''Wow! Check it out!" Polonsky said. He and Miller both picked up the strange gun. Little did any of them realise that they had found the RAY GUN.
Without warning however a sudden white light tore its way from underneath them and surrounded them.
''What the hell is happening!?'' Polonsky shouted covering his eyes from the light.
''Shit! I dunno!'' Roebuck yelled; ''Sullivan, Miller can you see anything!?''
But before either of them could reply the beach disappeared from under them and they began falling hearing only one voice screaming;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: In the airspace of the Arabian Peninsula.
Year: 2017.
''Price?'' the Pave Low pilot asked his friend, Captain Price. ''Do you copy?'' The pilot repeated a second time after hearing no answer.
''Price, is Makarov dead? Did you get to the helicopter in time?'' The pilot asked for a third time, but no answer.
''Ok Nikolai, don't panic, you've still got plenty of fuel, so let's just go and hover over the hotel and see what we can see.'' the chopper pilot, known as Nikolai, muttered to himself.
He flew towards Hotel Oasis, which Vladimir Makarov was located, along with Captain Price and Yuri, who were assaulting in hopes of killing Makarov. As he flew a couple of the Pave Lows instruments began going hay wire. The chopper was fine however.
''Hmm how odd.'' the Russian mused, tapping a compass, which was spinning in all directions. He reached the hotel and began circling it. What he saw at the top of the hotel was a downed Little Bird. The glass roof was smashed. He also spotted a body of someone.
Nikolai landed the Pave Low on a solid part of the roof and got out. He ran over to the body and saw that it was his friend Yuri.
''Oh no…'' he said seeing the bullet wounds in the dead soldier's shoulders and head. ''I am sorry my friend.''
He moved over to the shattered glass roof. Looking down the hole he saw the corps of Vladimir Makarov hanging from the top of the roof. Nikolai smiled bitterly.
'Ha, Price got him' he thought. His thoughts then turned to the Captain and where his location was.
He walked over to some stairs that lead down to the lower levels of the hotel trying to locate his friend. He carried on down a hallway stopping half way after seeing something on the floor. He stooped and picked up a recently lit cigar. The same type of cigar that Price is a fan of. Nikolai looked round but saw no other evidence that Captain Price was around.
He was about to move on to try and find some other clues, when suddenly an incredibly bright light burst from the floor. He cover his eyes from the shining light.
''What on earth is going on!?'' He cried. The light pressed in all around him and then the fell as the floor disappeared.
Over the roar of the light he heard a single voice screaming;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: Nicuragua, Wasa King.
Year: 1986.
''Main building up a head!'' Jason Hudson said to Alex Mason and Frank Woods; ''Fight your way up the stairs! Secure the courtyard!''
They fought their way up to the main building fighting Menendez's soldiers as they moved to capture the man himself.
''I'll provide cover from the bell tower.'' Mason said, as he climbed up the tower; ''I'm in position''
Hudson and Woods moved into the courtyard, pushing back the enemy soldiers. Hudson noticed that some of the Menendez Cartel soldiers moved on to the main balcony and towers above them.
''Mason, RPG team! Main balcony!'' he told Mason over the radio; ''Snipers in the towers either side!''
Mason sniped the enemy soldiers down, and Woods and Hudson finished off the rest of the soldiers in the courtyard.
''That's the last of 'em.'' Hudson said as they regrouped; ''Woods, Mason, coke lab's in the basement. Clear it out, grab any Intel relating to the Menendez Cartel.''
Woods looked at Hudson and said' ''If you capture Menendez, you bring him to me. I'll make that prick talk.'' A snarl crept onto his face as he said this.
''You have your orders, Sergeant.'' Hudson responded to Woods.
Mason and Woods along with a couple of friendly soldiers moved towards the basement. The soldiers and Woods went down the ladder.
As Mason was about to slide down the ladder, Hudson held him back briefly and said ''Mason. Keep an eye on Woods. Seeing Menendez again...he's loosing it.''
''He's ok, Hudson, I got his back.'' Mason said then he followed Woods into the basement.
Hudson closed the trapdoor that led into the basement. He moved to the remaining soldiers he had with him.
''Right, our target is Raul Menendez.'' he said; ''He is to be captured only! I don't want him dead.'' They began to move towards to the entrance of the building.
Suddenly and a bright light shot up and engulfed Hudson. He covered his eyes from the light, not even his sunglasses made a difference to the light.
''What!? Help!'' He shouted, but no answer came. The ground the disappeared from his feet and he began to fall, hearing someone shrieking;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: Russia, Altay Mountains.
Year: 2011.
''Hind at 12 o'clock!'' Staff Sergeant Griggs shouted as he, Gaz, Captain Price and Soap escaped from the Ultranationalists in a jeep down the Altay Mountains. A Russian Hind was bearing down on them and Soap and Price tried to shoot it down with RPGs but to no avail as the chopper evaded the missiles with ease. The helicopter began to fly away.
''The Hind's buggered off.'' Price sighed in relief.
''Must've run out of ammo, good enough for me.'' Gaz said as he drove the jeep towards a bridge.
''Yeah, no kidd-..Oh shit he's about to take out the bridge!'' Griggs shouted as he spotted the Hind fire rockets at the bridge, destroying it.
''Stop the bloody truck!'' Price shouted at Gaz. But five seconds later the jeep flipped and sent them crash landing on to the weakened bridge.
Gaz and Price came too first and immediately saw that the bridge was beginning to crumble. Griggs woke up next.
''Come on we need to get off this thing!'' He said helping Gaz up on to solid ground.
Soap then woke up and saw Price climbing up the rubble that was slowly collapsing.
''This bridge isn't going to hold! Move, move, move!'' Price shouted at him. He began to stumble towards the solid side of the bridge where the others were.
''It's about to collapse! Get your ass outta there!'' Griggs shouted. He helped Soap up and dove behind cover next to Gaz, who was talking to the British command.
''Baseplate this is Bravo Five!'' He shouted in the radio; ''We are under heavy attack at the highway bridge at map grid 2-4-4-3-5-2! Request helicopter gunship support! Over!''
Enemy soldiers began fire on them.
-''Workin' on it Bravo Five.'' Baseplate responded ''Loyalist forces in the area may be able to assist but we cannot confirm at this time. Baseplate out.''
Gaz was now loosing his temper, and shouted; ''Useless wanker!''
''Easy mate.'' Griggs said.
They began having a shoot out with the enemy soldiers. The Hind began firing on the tanker that was behind them.
''The tanker is about to blow! Move!'' Griggs shouted.
They began to move away from the tanker when suddenly a white light ripped through the ground and surrounded Griggs and Gaz.
''What the hell is going on now!?'' Gaz shouted shielding his eyes from the light.
''Argh, this is not good man!'' Griggs shouted. They tried to move but they couldn't take a single step. Then the ground disappeared from under them, and they began falling hearing a voice screaming;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: Russian Federation, Siberia.
Year: 2010.
''I can seeee yoooooou!'' George A. Romero almost sang as he climbed the stairs to the top of the ship, spotting four actors fighting for their lives against a hoard of zombies.
Robert Englund was holding back the zombies that were climbing out of the window, while Sarah Michelle Gellar and Danny Trejo fought the more of them who were charging out of the bridge of the ship. Michael Rooker was shooting any zombies that tried to climb up the stairs but immediately stopped when he saw George.
''Aww shit George is here again guys!'' Robert Englund shouted moving away from the zombified director.
''Sarah, Danny! We need to move!'' Michael Rooker shouted killing the zombies milling around George, trying not to hit the director.
Danny Trejo saw the situation unfolding but realized that they couldn't stand and fight without risking George. He looked at the zip line, then at the others.
''Everyone down the zip line!'' He shouted.
''You don't need to tell me twice.'' Sarah Michelle Geller smiled jumping and grabbing hold of it. She whooshed down towards the area near Quick Revive, closely followed by Danny, Michael and Robert.
''Get back here! I only wanna give you a hug!'' George said, just as the zombies began giving the celebrities chase. He slowly moved towards the zip line himself.
The actors all landed and began shooting the zombies that were following them. Corpses rained down on the area as they were blasted from the zip line. A stray bullet hit George as he zip lined down the rope.
He landed hunched over. The others glared at Robert who grimaced as he was the one who hit George. Five seconds later George let out an almighty roar and turned round looking much like one of the zombies that were attacking them.
''WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?'' He yelled as he ran after them.
The four survivors sprinted into the water over to the little island with Quick Revive on it. George ran into the water as well. It calmed him down. He headed towards the four celebrities.
''I don't want to do this...'' George stuttered.
''What did he just say?'' Sarah said, shocked. No one could answer however because a large amount of zombies had begun to assault them.
''Ya know ever since we helped out those guys stuck in that room, things have gone from bad to fucking worse!'' Robert shouted, throwing a grenade into the hoard of the dead.
''How were we meant to know that they would just abandon us!?'' Danny said cutting down zombie after zombie.
''All they gave us was this funny looking gun that doesn't have any ammo left in it.'' Sarah said, as she glanced at the weapon on her back. The weapon was, in fact, the WUNDERWAFFA DG-2.
''Well in any case…'' Rooker grunted; ''If I ever meet any of those bastards again, I'll beat 'em to within an inch of their lives.'' He blasted a few zombies that were trying to climb over the fence behind Quick Revive.
Suddenly, realization struck that they were completely surrounded with zombies coming from all directions and George was bearing down on them.
''Uh guys...'' Robert said nervously.
''Yeah…'' The other three replied.
''We're fucked...'' The hatted actor gulped.
George laughed as he swung his stage light up, ready to strike the actors.
But before George or the zombies could even touch any of the celebrities, a violent white light suddenly burst through the ground surrounding the four survivors.
''WHAT!?'' They heard George shout as he was surrounded by a light too.
''Guys! What the hell is going on!?'' Robert shouted cover his eyes as the light grew more intense.
''Oh man this is not good!'' Sarah yelled, trying to squint through the engulfing light.
Danny shouted something in Spanish, trying to shield his eyes as the light pressed in around them.
''Damn it! This shit is getting crazy!'' Rooker shouted. Suddenly the ground gave way and they all began falling.
They all heard a high pitched voice screaming;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: Germany, Berlin.
Year: 2016.
''Ve're clear. Advancing now!'' A German tank Commander told Sandman, Grinch, Truck and Frost as they advanced up the road towards the hotel that president Vorshevsky's daughter, Alena, was hiding.
''Delta team!'' Sandman said to his squad; ''Follow those tanks. Stay close till we reach the hotel.''
The Delta team moved forward, engaging Russian soldiers that were assaulting them.
''Feur!'' The German tank Commanded yelled, and the tank fired it cannon at the enemy.
''Keep moving with the tanks!'' Sandman shouted; ''Use them for cover!'' He shot a couple of RPG wielding Russians who were hiding behind a pile of debris.
''They're in the bank! Right side!'' Grinch yelled; ''Truck give me a hand!'' he and Truck moved into the bank and had a duel with the Russian invaders who were in there.
''Sandman! We got hostiles ahead!'' Frost told his superior.
Sandman relayed Frost's message to the tank commander who ordered the tank to fire on the enemy soldiers. Grinch and Truck came out of the bank and moved up to attack, along with Sandman and Frost. The Russian forces began to retreat.
''They're falling back! Press the attack!'' Sandman said, a smile on his face.
''We may just get through this.'' Truck said. The German tank column moved forward, follow closely by Delta team. Frost looked up and saw a large building that looked extremely battered.
Suddenly an explosion went off at the bottom of the tall building, blasting Frost back. He looked up and rolled out of the way of a spinning car that missed him by inches. He then saw the building collapsing into the street and into one of the other buildings. A piece of debris flew towards Frost.
''Oh shi-...!'' He shouted rolling out of the way of the chunk of mettle that was speeding towards him. It landed very close to him and he blacked out from shock.
A few seconds later he opened his eyes. His vision was fuzzy and he could hear Sandman shouting something.
''It's an ambush!'' the Delta force leader shouted, stumbling over to Frost and helping him up; ''We've gotta get out of the kill zone! Move! Head for the building!''
''Bloody hell!'' Frost coughed, and staggered his way over to the ruined building where Sandman, Grinch and Truck were waiting for him.
-''Metal 0-1, we've lost contact with the German division commander. What is your status on ground?'' Overlord asked Sandman over the comms.
''The tank column is down and we're getting over run! This A.O is lost!'' Sandman said as he and the other three moved into the destroyed building.
-''Missed your last, 0-1. Say again.'' Overlord said.
''They dropped a damn building on us!'' Sandman exclaimed.
-''Sandman, advise immediate pull back to extraction point'' Overlord suggested.
''Negative Overlord. We're going for the girl. The beacon is still active'' Sandman declined.
Before Overlord could answer however, an incredible white light burst from under the ground and surrounded the Delta team.
''Aww no what's happening now!?'' Truck yelled.
''Stay calm Delta!'' Sandman shouted as the light pressed in around them.
''This is some bullshit!'' Grinch cried.
''Gah, I can't see a damn thing!'' Frost grunted, trying to focus in the engulfing light. A few seconds later, the ground beneath them fell away and the four of them began falling hearing only a solitary voice bellowing;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: Uzbekistan, Aral Sea, Rebirth Island.
Year: 1968.
''Hudson, we need to get to Steiner before Mason does'' Grigori Weaver said to his friend Jason Hudson as they moved through the labs on Rebirth island. They heard a static noise on the radio.
''What the hell was that?'' Weaver asked.
''It's Steiner - he's trying to contact us'' Hudson said ''Steiner, what's the situation?'' He heard nothing but silence then asked again ''Steiner! What is the situation?''
Steiner's voice came hurriedly through the radio; -''Dragovich's men are rounding up everyone on ze island... Those no longer essential to his plans are being executed! You must hurry, before zhey kill me too!''
Weaver and Hudson ran to the doorway that lead to Steiner's office.
''Come on Weaver'' Hudson said.
The burst through a door and saw that Mason was already in Steiner's office. He was punching the German scientist.
''Mason no!'' Hudson shouted but a glass window separated them from the two people in the office.
''Gah its bullet proof!'' Weaver said as he shot at the window.
''Mason stand down! Stand down!'' Hudson yelled, as Weaver grabbed a heavy looking table.
''Here help me with this'' the Russian said and the two of them began slamming the table into the window.
''My name is Viktor Reznov!'' Mason shouted pulling out a pistol and aiming it at Steiner's head ''and I will have my revenge!''
Weaver and Hudson broke through the glass window and Mason pulled the trigger, killing Steiner. He then proceeded to shoot at Weaver's shoulder, which grazed him slightly. Hudson tackled Mason and knocked him out.
''I'm fine'' Weaver said, clutching his shoulder ''check Steiner''
''He's dead'' one of their team said.
''Where is the defector, Reznov?'' Weaver asked Hudson.
''He was never here'' Hudson explained ''I didn't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes. It was Mason all along, he's been Reznov for the last five years!'' He then looked at Mason ''what the hell did they do to you in Vorkuta Mason?''
''Come on'' Weaver said ''we'd better get back''
The two of them lead the way out of the building whilst one of their team carried an unconscious Mason on their back.
As the exited the building a bright white light violently erupted out of the ground and surrounded Weaver.
''What on earth!?'' The eye patched soldier shouted, covering his only eye from the light as it closed in around him.
''Hudson are you seeing this?'' He said but he couldn't see his friend at all ''Hudson!? where are you!?'' He called. Then the ground vanished from under him and he began to fall. He heard a voice screaming;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: Yemen, Socotra Island.
Year: 2025.
-''Internal Comm link established.'' Harper's voice came through the radio in Farid's ear.
''I copy Harper.'' Farid whispered.
-''Our Blue Force tracking is down.'' Harper informed; ''We can't I.D you as friendly. So no matter what happens out there, when the bullets start flying, you CANNOT blow your cover. Just stay cool, we'll get you through this.''
Farid reached the top of the stairs and saw Raul Menendez sitting down beside a fireplace.
-''We're almost ready'' Harper said.
Menendez stood up and approached Farid.
''We are ready?'' the one eyed man asked.
''Yes…'' Farid said, feeling a little nervous about talking to Menendez.
Menendez turned away from him and said; ''The Americans are coming, Farid. There is a... Traitor in our midst''
''But how!? Who!?'' Farid asked, trying to sound shocked.
Menendez span round.
''It matters not!'' He said, smiling wickedly; ''I am one step ahead of him!''
Menendez threw open a pair of doors, revealing the militia who were waiting for his command. Farid followed Menendez's lead as they went through the hallway.
''It is time my friends!'' Menendez said holding out his arms as if he were king. They came to another pair of heavy wooden doors.
''Come Farid, it is time.'' Menendez held out his hand in invitation. The both walked through the door together into the daylight of outside. Farid saw that there was more of Menendez's Militia in the courtyard waiting for their leader.
Menendez spread out his arms again and shouted; ''Cordis Die!''
''Cordis Die, Cordis Die, Cordis Die!'' the Militia chanted.
Then a low rumbling was heard, and Farid span round and saw a V-TOL airship hover at level with them. He that looked at Menendez and saw that one of the militia had a rocket launcher.
''NOW!'' Menendez bellowed, and the soldier fired the rocket launcher at the aircraft, causing it to crash land. Menendez then grabbed Farid.
''We will regroup at the citadel'' he said. Farid thought he saw a hint of malice in his good eye. The terrorist leader turned and escaped through a door.
Before Farid could do anything a bright white light burst from the ground and surrounded the confused Arab.
''What the?'' He said, shielding his eyes from the light. As it closed in around him, the ground vanished. He began to fall, hearing one spine-chilling voice shrieking all around him;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: Gulf of Mexico, U.S.S Barack Obama.
Year: 2025.
''Rebooting the whole system is a risk sir.'' one of the Obamas technicians said to Admiral Briggs; ''We have no guarantee it'll come back online."
''Better no system, than one that's destroying the fleet. Do it.'' Briggs ordered. The technician began to type of the keyboard in front of him.
''I'll need your security clearance, sir.'' he said to the Admiral, who then entered the security clearance codes.
After the system shut down, the technician began to type away on the keyboard.
''Good news sir.'' he said; ''We can still save the system. But we'll have to wait for a bit''
Before Briggs could even answer, an enemy soldier held a pistol to the back of the tech's head.
''Admiral Briggs.'' said a voice that the Admiral was not to happy to hear. He span round and saw that Raul Menendez was pointing an EXECUTIONER Pistol at him. He made an attempt to punch the one eyed terrorist, but Menendez countered by pushing the punch aside, spinning Briggs around, and placing the pistol at Briggs' head.
'Damn!' Briggs thought 'I should have listened to Section, and never ordered the capture of this bastard.'
They began moving into the next room. Two soldiers saw that Briggs was being held hostage, and tried to aim for Menendez.
''Back off!'' Menendez warned, swinging Briggs in the way, so that he was between the soldiers and Menendez. They came to the supercomputer that was in the centre of the room. Briggs saw a shocked looking Salazar on the other side of the console.
''Salazar,'' Briggs said; ''Shoot through me! Kill this son of a bitch!''
Before anyone could do anything an intense white light ripped through the metal floor of the ship, and surrounded the African-American Admiral.
Menendez's arms disappeared from around him.
''Argh...what's going on!?'' Briggs said, covering his eyes from the light that was pressing in all around him.
Then the ships floor vanished from under him and he began to fall. He heard a voice screaming at the top of it's lungs;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: China, Shanghai.
Year: Unknown.
''Funny how some days turn out, isn't it?'' Abigail Briaton, more commonly know as Misty, mused to herself. She blasted a zombie in the face with her REMINGTON 870 shotgun.
''Yeah, four American's fighting Chinese zombies on top of a skyscraper...real funny.'' an old African-American man, know only as Russman, remarked sarcastically. He fired his duel-wield FIVE SEVEN pistols at the zombies that were climbing out of the lift shafts, sending them hurtling back down to the ground.
A sniper bullet whizzed into a zombie's head that Russman was aiming for. He turned round and angrily scowled up at the man who was next to the tower that the fours zombie survivors had powered up.
''Ain't nobody allowed to take Russman's kills!'' He shouted at the man.
''Ha ha ha, unlucky Russman.'' the man laughed, adjusting his square glasses and grinning widely; ''Looks like this indisputable genius has come on top this time.''
This jet black haired, nerdy, thin man was of course Marlton Johnson. He reloaded his DSR 50 sniper rifle and lined up a new target.
He heard a scream however and saw Samuel J. Stuhlinger below him at the bottom of a collapsed piece of scaffolding, which acted as a ramp that led to the powered up tower. The plump moustached man was struggling to reload his EXECUTIONER shotgun pistol, as zombies were crowding around him.
''Help me!'' He yelled as rotting hands reach for him. Marlton shot the zombie closest to Stuhlinger first, hitting it in the head and popping it like a melon. He then proceeded to fire a further four bullets into four other zombies, killing each with a headshot. This gave Stuhlinger time to reload his pistol.
''Samuel sends you the bill!'' The pistol welding survivor shouted as he blasted the remaining zombies down with 12 gauge shotgun pellets.
He then heard the familiar German voice in his head again; "Good vork vith zhat tower, now I need you too-..."
''No way!'' Stuhlinger said to the voice; ''I'm no doing anymore for you until you start explaining some things."
The voice laughed and said; ''All in good time my friend, all in good time.''
''No! Now!'' Samuel shouted at the voice in his head, earning himself a strange look from Marlton; ''I won't listen to you or do anything you ask of me anymore! Not until you start explaining some shit!''
''SILENCE!'' The voice shouted; ''You vill do vhat I tell you to do!... Other vise your friends vill know of your little secret vith ze flesh...'' This last was said in almost a whisper.
Stuhlinger was shocked at the threat the voice had made. He snapped out of his thoughts however when Misty shouted at him.
''Stupinger! Get your fat ass out of the clouds and start helpin' out!'' The farm girl yelled as she sent zombie parts flying into the wall. She and Russman ran over to where Stuhlinger was with a hoard of zombies in hot pursuit.
''If your gonna talk to your imaginary friend Stu, you might wanna wait till your in a Z free zone!'' Russman shouted, firing his pistols into the congregation of zombie chasing after them.
Stuhlinger gave a glare and began firing his EXECUTIONER into the zombies, sending limbs and sinew flying.
''Uh guys…'' Marlton in a worried tone, looking through his DSR scope ''You may wanna get up here, there's a load of zombies climbing out of the lifts!''
The other three ran up the collapsed scaffolding towards Marlton and the metal tower.
The four survivors fought back against the multitude of flesh hungry abominations.
''This is getting tight guys!'' Misty grunted, as the zombies pushed her back.
''Zhis is vhat you get for resisting me ha ha ha!'' Samuel heard the voice in his head say menacingly.
''Get out of my head!'' Stuhlinger screamed, clutching the sides of his head.
''Stuhlinger, what the hell are you talking about?'' Misty said giving him a look of confusion and annoyance.
He couldn't answer however as the zombies began to force them all back towards the edge of the building.
Marlton slipped off, but managed to grab the ledge. Misty was next to fall she screamed but Marlton grabbed her hand. Russman was forced over the edge next; he grabbed hold of Misty's ankle.
''Russman has been in worse situations.'' he said, glancing down at the mist that covered the bottom of the building. Meanwhile Marlton winced as the weight he was supporting got heavier, but continued to hold on tightly.
Stuhlinger was still holding his head as the voice mocked him.
''Now vatch as you and your friends fall to your deaths!'' It said to him.
''Shut up!'' Samuel shouted. The zombies made the confused man fall.
''Vhat!?... Vait, vhat is going on!?'' The voice shouted as Stuhlinger fell. He landed on Marlton, which caused the younger man to loose his grip on the ledge and the all began to fall.
Suddenly a white light shot up all around them.
''Stuhlinger this is all your fault!'' Misty yelled.
As they all fell into the white light, a voice screamed;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Stuhlinger clutched his head in agony.
''What is that noise!?'' Marlton yelled. But there was no answer as light completely engulfed them.
Location: Cayman Islands, Colossus.
Year: 2025.
''C'mon, we can't let that bastard escape with Chloe!'' SEAL team leader David Mason, code-name Section, shouted to his friends, Mike Harper and Javier Salazar, as they ran to catch up with Menendez's second in command DeFalco, who had taken a young woman, known as Chloe Lynch, hostage during his terrorist attack on the floating city of Colossus.
''I haven't come all this way to let some albino asshole get away with one person who can stop Menendez!'' Harper raged as they shot down a couple of DeFalco's mercenaries and ran up an escalator.
''Hurry up! We're going to loose them!'' Salazar warned. They rounded a corner and saw Chloe, DeFalco and a couple of his soldiers making their way towards the exit.
''DeFalco!'' David bellowed. The white haired man span round, a snarl on his face. He fired his pistol at the SEAL team chasing after him.
''Get them!'' DeFalco ordered his bodyguards. The two soldiers moved forward, firing their assault rifles at the three men trying to rescue Chloe.
''Flank right!'' Alex Mason's son quickly said, cutting down one of the bodyguards.
''I want to get my hands around that prick's throat!'' Harper grunted, killing the second bodyguard.
''We have an opening!'' Salazar said, and they began to run towards DeFalco, who was struggling with the blonde haired girl.
''Let go of me you moron!'' She struggled.
''Stop it!'' DeFalco slapped her across the face; ''Your coming back with me so that you can help Menendez!''
The young woman then jabbed her nee into the murderous man's groin. He released his grip on her and she ran towards David and the others. DeFalco was doubled over with pain, but managed to raise his pistol, and fire it a Chloe.
Harper fired at his PDW SMG at the man on the floor, whilst Salazar put himself between DeFalco's bullet and the girl, while David held on to her as she ran into his arms.
However, just as the bullets were about to find their marks a white light shot out of the ground and interrupted everything.
''Argh…Section…what the hell…is going on man!?'' Harper asked, covering his eyes from the light.
''I…don't…know…Salazar, Chloe…Harper…stay close…everyone!'' David shouted over the immense noise the light was giving as it engulfed them.
Chloe screamed as they felt the ground slip from underneath them and they all began to fall.
''Hold on!'' David yelled.
He was drown out however when a loud voice screamed;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: U.S.A, San Francisco Bay, Alcatraz Prison.
Year: 1933.
''They're coming!'' Albert Arlington, known to most as The Weasel, shouted as a hoard of zombies ran into the ruined cafeteria of Alcatraz prison.
''Come on fuckers!'' A broad shouldered man called Billy Handsome said as he, The Weasel, and two other inmates lined up to face the zombies.
''Let's just get this done so we can find the last piece of the plane.'' one of the other two men said. This man was Finn O'Leary.
''The sooner we escape this damned prison the better!'' the last and most notorious member of the four, Salvator De Luca, said as they all aimed their weapons at the undead mass.
The four men were all inmates at the formidable prison known as Alcatraz, each convicted for serious crimes.
Salvator was formally one of the biggest mob bosses in the U.S.A, and had multiple charges on his head.
Billy was Sal's 'dirty work' man. He took care of anyone who got in the mob's way. He was charged for 116 accounts of murder.
Finn brought in a lot of cash for the mob by gambling, but was eventually caught and charged for gambling fraud.
Arlington was a conman who worked for Sal's mob; he was eventually arrested along with Sal and the others. The Weasel also had a hidden past which he kept closely to himself.
During their time in Alcatraz they hatched a plot to escape by building a plane on the roof. This however had a horrible interruption we the dead began to assault the prison. Now they were in a fight for survival, whilst they searched for the parts of the plane that they still needed. All that stood between them and the last piece now was a hoard of the undead.
They unleashed a rain of bullets into the walking corpses. Sal was using his M1927 THOMPSON, cutting down many of the flesh hungry creatures. Finn was firing his UZI into the undead, he also threw a tomahawk like weapon know as the HELL'S RETRIEVER at the zombies. It cut down a couple of zombies before it returned to the gambling fraud.
Billy fired the shotgun like wonder weapon the BLUNDERGAT, sending body parts soaring.
Weasel used his AK-47 assault rifle to pop the heads of any zombie he aimed for.
Just then a sound, like the opening of a cage door, was heard and three seconds later an armored zombie appeared in front of the mobsters. It let out an almighty roar and charged for the group.
''Aww shit! It's Brutus!'' Billy shouted, his eyes going wide.
''We need to get outta here!'' Finn said, jumping out of the way of Brutus' club.
''This way, up the stairs!'' Weasel said as he ran up the stairs towards the bathrooms and the roof. The others dodged the zombies, and Brutus, and followed their slippery companion up the stairs. They ran through a couple of rooms with bathtubs in them and came to a room with a glowing drawing of a dog's head in it.
''Hey guys, look!'' Weasel said as he picked up what looked like control valves; ''I've found the last piece for the plane''
''Great, now let's put it on the plane and get out of here!'' Sal said.
They rushed up a further set of stairs and up onto the roof, with a hoard of flesh hungry zombies in hot pursuit.
''Put the valves on the plane, Weasel!'' Finn ordered, as he, Billy and Sal span round to face the zombies coming up the stairs behind them.
Weasel ran over to the makeshift plane that the four of them had been making. He heard gunfire, and zombie screams, as he attached the valves on the aircraft.
''Guys, its ready!'' He shouted, not a moment too soon as Brutus came thumping up the stairs, barging zombies out of his way.
''Get on! Get on!'' Sal yelled as he and the other two climbed onto the plane along with Weasel.
''Start it up!'' Billy shouted at Weasel, who activated the planes motors.
The rickety plane began to move forward, gaining speed. As it moved towards the ramp at the end of the runway, the four prisoners heard Brutus yell; ''Get back here!''
The four of them cheered as the plane lifted off from the ramp and began flying. As they flew through the clouds a storm was brewing around them.
''Freak storm...'' Billy observed when suddenly a white light shone violently all around them.
''Fucking hell that's bright!'' Finn shouted trying to shield his eyes from the light that was surrounding them.
''Weasel what the hell is going on!?'' Sal yelled over the roar of the light and the sound of thunder.
''Argh…this wasn't part of the plan!'' Weasel cried, covering his eyes.
The plane suddenly jerked and they all began to fall. As they fell the heard a voice screaming;
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!''
Location: Reality Earth, U.K, Colchester.
Year: 2013.
-''Right Mister Eventstorm, are you ready to do this easter egg?'' a cocky Irish voice came through the headset of a teenage boy as they played Black ops 2 zombies online.
''Certainly Mister Little Leprechaun, let's own Mob of the Dead.'' Evan Piper said to his friend over the headset of his Xbox 360, whilst looking at the screen of his television which showed a plane taking off from the roof of Alcatraz prison.
A cheesy, wide grin spread across Evan's face.
Authors' End Note: Hey guys and girls Richtofenking95 here :D Wow this was an incredibly long chapter, and for those of you who read it to this point congratulations =p :D As you can see there wasn't any easy way that I could split this chapter into two :s Hopefully there wont be chapters as long as this in future ;) I hope that you enjoyed reading it and are looking forward to the next installment :D again sorry its taken so long to update :s updates will (hopefully be quicker in future :) Please R&R it would be a huge help to see what you guys think of this story :D
Anyway until I Fic again, have fun and enjoy :D