Hello everyone. Yes I'm still alive and yes I am continuing the story. Just that college comes before this. Anyhow it's 12/22 here, the world still hasn't turned into a zombie apocalypse yet (which is good even though the apocalypse would be amazing at first.) Now to shut up and reveal the next chapter for you.

"Dad!" David cries out and he'd grasp onto a jumper cable, tying one end to a support pole and hanging onto the other. The young Mason hangs by the cables as he'd outstretch a hand to his father. Silver swings Alex back and forth with grit teeth, as if her arms are about ready to pop out of their sockets. Takeo grabs onto Silver to keep her on the bus while I'm busy covering the whole port side. That's when another bus honk sounds out, making us all cringe at the loud horn. Suddenly the bus brakes screech out and set several things in motion: Everyone inside the bus goes flying towards the front, David and Alex fly back into the bus, Nikolai falls to the ground and Silver and Takeo get tossed into the ladder which unfortunately breaks it into splinters.

"We're here." the driver announces, followed by the hiss of the brakes. Groans sound out as half of us try to get up so we can kick undead ass again. Everyone immediately bails out of the bus, weapons ready to slaughter walking corpses. Two large wooden barns still stand on the ground, one to the front and the other to the left. To the right of the barns, I can see a two story house that looks to be still standing despite evidence that it was once on fire.

"This might be a new year yet you ass bags still die the same way you did back in forty nine, Ooh-Rah!" Tank shouts out over the sound of gunfire as his HAMR takes down about a dozen or so rotting corpses. Takeo stays silent as he'd shoot away at the zombies, firing off bursts with his Skorpion EVO. Nikolai would fire his AN-94 from his hip at the undead flesh eaters while throwing out just as many taunts.

"I tell you hundred times zombie, NO WODKA FOR YOU!" He howls out, his stock reducing some of the recoil so he'd actually do better than he's ever done before. When we all rush past the drunken Russian, Nikolai turns his head to us. "Hey where are you going comrades? Nikolai was just about to start party for you." With some swearing under his breath the chubby Soviet hustles up the hill after us. As the large group fires away at the zombies, I can't help but smile; here we are one big undead-killing family all together like it should be. I'm not sure who kills the last one, but the break is a relief to all.

"You guys... Need to let... Nikolai... Catch up... Nikolai... Not in... Olympics... You know..." A tired, panting voice sounds out from behind me. Nikolai pulls out a bottle and begins to drink it in between gasps. Chuckles sound out from most of us at the Soviet's complaint while he returns it with a burp.

"If you are all done laughing could you all get over 'ere?" Richtofen motions to us as he'd wave a gloved hand over from by the smaller farm door. "I need somevun to open zhis door but it's locked up tighter zen 'itlers anus."

This time everyone has a short laugh at the joke before the hard part comes in. Alex, Woods, and Tank each take turns at opening the door. Shoulder bashes, kicks, Woods even fires a few masterkey shells into the hinges yet nothing seems to be working. Not even Nikolai's infamous "Russian head butt" works, only earning the Soviet a boo-boo on his forehead.

"Anybody got any bright ideas?" Tank huffs before looking to the Nazi. "Say kraut, what's so important in here that's got you worked up like Nikolai was with that one hooker?"

"There's something inside that could be of use to us. I have a theory but I can't test it out until I have all my supplies," he'd reply with some frustration in his tone. That's when David steps forward with some sort of knife handle, pulling on some shades before getting to work. He'd press a button and a red laser type of blade extends from the tip, much to all of our amazement. The marine from the future moves towards the middle of the doorway and begins cutting away at whatever seems to be preventing access. When that's all done David backs up and gives his own kick to the door, bursting it open. Immediately his KAP-40 is in his grip and he checks for anyone alive or undead.

"Clear," he calls out, tucking the gun into his holster while pressing a few things on that wrist computer of his. Light suddenly shines out from two LED-bulb-sized emitters on his glasses to help illuminate the area. "So what are we looking for Richtofen?"

"Yes what ARE we looking for this time? A space rock? Rod of rare metal? Computer chip? New wonder weapon?" I ask with a raised eyebrow, giving the doctor a glare. The Nazi just brushes off the glare and moves over to the back of the shed, pulling away sheet metal, bits of wood planks, farming tools before crying out in joy.

"Wunderbar! I got it," he cries out as he holds up something that looks like a toy helicopter with two propeller rotors. When he twirls it in his hand, his excitement plummets like a rock. "I... wait, this isn't vhat I was looking for. I need to find a lawn mower." As the doctor is about to toss the half-broken toy aside, David rushes forward to catch it. None of us can see his eyes, but I get the feeling that he holds it like a gift from above. Suddenly Mason Jr heads back to the pile of junk and sifts through it, scrapping away dirt and dust before he pulls out what appear to be two more helicopter wing propellers.

Yes, that's right. We've got a new toy to play with. Let's hope the Doc's genius brain is smart enough to fix up the [spoiler]. But he does have David with him so they've got a good chance to get the toy all fixed up and ready to roll. Honestly I've been debating with myself if I should/shouldn't put the buildables into this story. And if I should; what are the limits. I mean I COULD put the zombie shield in because it's A: realistically buildable, B: it's one of the icons of TranZit, C: it does look cool despite being bulky. On the OTHER hand, the turbine seems to function even when there isn't any obvious wind (ie in the power plant). I know I'll be keeping the Pack a punch, that's for sure.

Anyhow onto the Re-reviews.

General Herbison: It took me a while to think about the weapons. I mean I wanted them all to have their own unique weapon, yet if they have the same ones they'd be able to share ammo if one person runs low.

BlazingSpiritWolf: Yes I do know that, but this is the world of Fanfiction; where we the writers answer our own "what ifs". (In this case it would be "what if Richtofen had a change of heart before he completed his grand scheme.")

Guest 12/4/12: Female.

Just to let everyone know, I do have a poll up for you to help me choose what four characters will go into Nuketown 2025 (which I will be playing... Tomorrow actually.) Currently the winners are going to be:

Jason Hudson (from Black Ops 1 & 2)

Frost (From MW3)

Joseph Allen (From MW2) ("No Russian") - Thinking about replacing him with Harper (Black ops 2)

Weaver (From Black Ops 1)

(18 year old) Samantha E.A. Maxis (CoD Zombies)

I do have something in mind for Nuketown 2025, but these are the characters that will be in the story. If you have a character from the CoD universe (Soap, Roach, Yuri, Makarov, Pvt C. Miller) put them in your review WITH an actual review. Please?

Anyhow Merry Christmas to all of you and a Happy New Year.