Thanks to those that have me under their alerts and to rarelight and Zombiegirl777. I don't own CoD, but I do own Luna, Silver and the others.
Rarelight: "i read the 3 chapters. very good story please continue and put demsey and the others soon to see what happens and not to much people review they just read the reviews hould come later and please update. cannot wait for next chapter"
A: I apoligize to you and those that want to see Tank and the others, but I have to say they won't appear for a few chapters, but I WILL put them in the story. You can count on that.
Zombiegirl777: Update soon plzzzz :3
A: I'll update at LEAST once a week, maybe more if I get bored or something.
"Crap! Famas out!" Carly yells as a clicking sound comes from her gun. I toss her my FN-FAL as I continue to staple the corpses with exploding arrows. More undead fall from our defensive attempts.
"You have 6 minutes remaining." The mainframe voice announces. Suddenly, I see four egg-shaped objects drop from the ceiling along with two humanoid shapes. The eggs explode, sending dead and undead bodies flying across the room.
"You're late." I say to my brother. He just shrugs and pulls the trigger on his minigun. Silver tosses Carly her Commando, the flamethrower already primed and active.
"Bar-B-Que time devil man." She cries evilly upon dousing the bodies in bright blue and red flames. Silver lets out her own battle cry as her twin scorpions are ablaze with firepower. Patrick has his minigun in one hand and his Galil in the other, laughing to himself until he gets knocked back by the recoil.
"That's what you get for shooting like John Wayne, dobe." I say as I help him up. He just puts his Galil away and continues the havoc with the Gatling gun. I place down more Bouncing Betties on the platform where needed and shoot those that are swarming. One of them manages to get by us all and lumbers towards Patrick. My crossbow drops to the ground when I shoot two ballistic knives into the lone zombie's shoulder blades.
"Keep your eyes open everyone!" I cry out, picking up the fallen crossbow and launch more of its fiery ammunition. Gunshots fill the room as we give it all we have. Patrick even hands me his Galil to use when my bolts run low and Silver even fights with her sword out when her Skorpions run out of ammunition.
"Ten seconds until Project *static* termination: 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Project *static* terminated." The zombies all clutch their heads and stare up at the ceiling. A low moan echoes in the mouths of all of them before slumping to the ground, finally dead. I rush around and pick up the knife blades from the corpses.
"It's done David." I report. "Your project has been terminated. Anyone going to pick us up or do we have to walk all the way back, 'cause the elevator doesn't work."
He laughs a little. "You'll have to walk for a while. A medical team has been sent for you. They'll be waiting at the octagon room for extraction. Hang in there." I look around at everyone else. Patrick and Carly bear scratches from the zombies and from rushing around. All of us have blood splatters on our arms, legs, chest (or shirts) and faces. The blood on our knives is starting to dry, requiring immediate attention if they want to stay sharp.
"Our fur is going to stink for a while." Silver says. "Let's hope we get showers because I'm not shaving my fur off." We all walk in silence back to the mainframe, carrying those that can't walk due to exhaustion or wounds. The medical team waits for us after our long climb upstairs, each one suited up in a biohazard outfit.
They escort us out of the area and soon we're all in a shower room, washing off the blood and gore. Patrick showers up in the guy's room while Carly, Silver and I shower in the girl's room. My ballistic knives remain strapped to my legs, even during the clean off.
"I've kinda grown attached to these things." I admit to Silver, when we're all back in the conference room. "I also don't want to be without a weapon." We all sit up straight in our seats when the doors open. David comes in (to our delight), a few unnamed soldiers, the General (to our disliking) and (to our curiosity) some unknown, important-looking, figure.
"So you six are the ones who were sent in to take care of the project." The man says, noting Twilight and Kitsune beside us. He's dressed in standard military attire.
"That's correct, Major…" I notice the rank on his uniform.
"You don't need to be formal with me. It's Alex Mason, and I'm the new leader of this project." He says, "I wish I could congratulate you on a job well done, but the truth is that you've just started."
Carly raises an eyebrow at this. "What do you mean 'you've just started'? We went in there, hit the kill switch, blew up zombies along the way and most importantly, didn't die. What's going on?"
Next time on Otherkin Zombies: "Did everyone just see that, because I will not be doing that again."
Silver: Review and alert. Or the zombies will get us. EEK!