3 hours ago….
Location: Washington, D.C.
Year: 2015
1200 Hours
"Test number 15 is a go. Begin mixing elements," Doctor Phillip Madison said into his recorder, craned over a metal table in his HAZMAT suit.
The scientist adjacent to him nodded and began mixing the elements, prepared to recreate the Ununpentium they had a few hours ago.
The moment the elements combined, a beautiful radioactive substance sat before them.
"Jones, quickly! Get the stabilizer! We have to see if we can make something out of this," Doctor Madison commanded to the other scientist.
Jones nodded and fetched the stabilizing element, using it on the Ununpentium and making it a stable, solid substance.
"Look at it, Jones. If we make something out of this, we'll be famous," Doctor Madison said in wonder.
"Yeah. If we make something," Jones said realistically.
The Ununpentium on the table began to shake.
"What in the-? Did you stabilize correctly?" Doctor Madison asked.
"Yes. Why's it shaking like that?"
They heard a giggle, that of a little girl's. They turned to see a little girl clutching a teddy bear.
"How'd a child get in here?!" Doctor Madison exclaimed.
The girl giggled again, waving. "Bye, bye!" Then she disappeared with a flash of blue light, almost electrical.
Jones glanced back at the Ununpentium, which had stopped shaking. All of a sudden, it jumped at him, eating through the suit like acid and getting into his mouth as he screamed.
"Jesus! Jones? Are you okay?!" Doctor Madison exclaimed.
Jones brought his hands from his face, revealing that his eyes had turned a solid glowing yellow. His flesh looked like it was rotting. Madison figured this was a side effect.
"Hold still, I'll get the eye-wash!" Madison ordered, reaching for the bottle stationed on the wall.
He returned to the now standing but stumbling Jones, who groaned.
Madison tilted Jones's head back, about to poor the eye-wash into his eyes and hopefully get rid of the burning.
Instead of letting the wash rinse his face, Jones suddenly grabbed Madison's hand, throwing him on the ground with amazing strength.
"Jones? What are you doing?"
Jones let out an inhuman roar and pounced on Madison, brutally murdering him.
The security guard of the sector saw this on camera, spitting out his drink and pushing the security button frantically.
By the time the security team had gotten to the lab, Madison was just a mangled hunk of meat and bone. Jones rose up and charged at the team, the newly-resurrected Madison close behind.
The hallways echoed with screams and gunfire.
"This is Karen Shoals with Channel 7 News, and we have reports of murder within the Element Testing Labs in Washington D.C.," the brunette reporter said into the small microphone.
As she spoke, the television showed security footage of glowing yellow-eyed assailants murdering several security teams.
"Nobody knows who or what caused this, but Channel 7 News will have an update within the hour."
"Holy crap….." Dempsey said in disbelief.
Richtofen stood up and cursed. "Verdammt! This is Samantha's doing! I know it!"
"Wait, if she's here, that explains why you guys are here," Jakob said.
By this time, Jakob's mother had returned, and saw this on the TV.
"What is going on?! What are those?!" she exclaimed.
"Zombies. They're zombies," Jakob said, almost not believing his own words.
"Those freaks followed us?!" Misty exclaimed.
The television flashed back to the reporter, who now looked shaky and bewildered.
"Th-this is Ka-Karen Sh-Shoals…" she began, tripping over her own words.
The second cameraman stepped into view and tried to calm her down, telling her to breathe. She nodded as the cameraman returned to his position.
"Th-this is Karen Shoals, and we have another de-development. Our information so far is that two scientists, Doctor Phillip Madison and Doctor Miguel Jones were creating the highly unstable, radioactive element known as Ununpentium, kn-known to others as Element 115. It s-seems, according to security footage, that the two w-were experimenting, when a little girl appeared in their laboratory. The cameras p-picked this up briefly, before the solidified element on the testing table jumped at Doctor Jones, eating through his protective suit and t-turning him into one of those th-things, shortly before attacking Doctor M-Madison," she finally managed to spit out.
"Nein. It's Divinium, not Ununpentium, stupid girl," Richtofen scoffed to the television.
"That's the game, Doc. It's called Ununpentium in the real world," Jakob said.
"Hmph," Richtofen muttered.
"S-several of the security teams have been w-wiped out," Karen said. "We do not know anything else at the moment."
Dempsey muted the television, staring at the screen. Several people threw a glance his way as he rested his head on his hand, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Dang it!" he yelled suddenly, slamming his fist into the arm rest and getting up.
"Christ, Dempshey! Calm down!" Richtofen said, almost slightly caring.
Dempsey faced away from the others towards the fireplace. He had his arms crossed, thinking. Then he turned around, fire in his eyes.
"We have to stop her. She ruined the world I lived in, the one you lived in, and she's NOT messing up this one," he announced to the other characters.
"Are you crazy, Dempshey?! She'll have an army of thousands vithin a day!" Richtofen exclaimed.
"We did it before, sauerkraut. Heck, we went to the freaking Moon," Dempsey scoffed to Richtofen, receiving surprised looks form everyone except Nikolai, Takeo, and Jakob. "We can do it again. And we will."
"We don't even know vhere she is, American!" Richtofen countered.
"Da, I agree with the German on this one," Nikolai said, taking a swig of vodka. "Plus, Nikolai is too lazy."
Dempsey cast a pleading look at the honor-bound samurai, who was studying him, thinking. "I am with the American."
"Vat?!" Richtofen asked, since Nikolai didn't seem to care.
Takeo walked over to Dempsey and stood by him, staring at the doctor. "He has shown honor. You have not. You tricked us into doing these terrible things. Dempsey fought alongside us while you lead the chaos. If you won't help him, Edward, I will."
Dempsey felt like hugging the samurai, who usually showed no care towards him, but he knew that would ruin it.
"Thanks, Takeo," Dempsey said gratefully.
The Doctor shook his head.
Sarah stood up, followed by Danny, Robert, and Michael. "I don't know exactly what happened, but no one is messing up my world," she said.
Danny and the other two nodded.
Then Kennedy stood up. He walked over to Dempsey, standing beside him. He put a hand on his shoulder, and stared at the people watching him. "In all of my years in the Navy, I've never seen such a Marine. Ever. I'm with him." Then he turned to Richtofen and pointed a finger in his direction. "If you won't help him, Nazi, I will."
McNamara joined Kennedy, followed by Nixon, then Castro.
Then Samuel stood beside the group. "Anything to be against Richtofen."
Misty got up, too, shoving Samuel and taking her place beside him.
Seeing that their companions had gotten up, Russman and Marlton got up as well.
"If I can't prevent a lockdown in the asylum, I need to at least prevent an apocalypse in reality," somebody said.
Everyone looked over at Peter, who was leaning against the wall. He pushed off of it and joined the group, throwing a glare at Richtofen.
Then Sal stepped in, smirking. "I don't know what this is about, but if it means that in the end I can get the speakeasies runnin' again, I'm all for it."
"Sal's the boss," Billy said, shrugging and looking at Finn and Weasel.
Weasel hesitated, but stepped in line. Finn studied the group, as if he we looking for a way to win at blackjack. Then he nodded and grinned at his boss. "You'll need the luck of the Irish anyway."
"Oh, for Stalin's sake…." Nikolai muttered, getting up as well.
All that was left was Richtofen. Everyone stared at him.
"Nein," he said, crossing his arms stubbornly.
Everyone continued to stare at him.
"Nein!" he repeated.
It was Dempsey's death glare that got him.
"Fein!" Richtofen said, throwing his hands up. "Ihr Narren wissen nicht, was du tust!"
Everyone now looked at the screen, where they saw another horrifying thing.
"This is K-Karen Shoals. W-we're back at the scene. The whole facility is on lockdown and-"
She let out a bloodcurdling screen as she was tackled by a zombie, as the two cameramen were attacked as well. The screen went static as the view switched to the main studio, where the two newscasters (a man and a woman) were staring at the camera, mouth agape.
"We've…. lost Karen," the man said slowly. "This is Jerry Pitts…. Channel 7 News. We'll be back after these messages…"
The screen didn't change, however. It just showed the bewildered newscasters whispering to each other, but then the woman's ears perked up. She put her hand to her earpiece.
"Uh…..we are currently being told of an assault on the White House…"
This was insane.
Tyler Moors wasn't prepared for this. When he enlisted, he expected Afghanistan because of Taliban, or Isis because of terrorists.
Not the White House because of zombies.
He put his hand to his earpiece.
"Okay, ONE more time. We're fighting zombies?" he asked command over the roar of the helicopter.
"For the LAST time, that's what we were told, Sergeant. Now be a good marine and just see through the mission. Godspeed," the voice came back.
Moors rolled his eyes and slid down the rope, landing on the roof of the White House. As soon as his feet touched the roof, he noticed a second helicopter, a news chopper. For a second, he thought of flicking off the chopper. He hated news reporters. They always revealed secret stuff that the public "had" to know, which only screwed everything up.
The television said LIVE in the bottom corner, showing a clear but shaky view of Marines piling up against a door on the roof. One Marine in particular seemed to be glaring at the camera.
"Who're they?" Dempsey asked Jakob.
"They're modern Marines. The Raiders."
They busted open the locked door and made their way into a hallway. They scanned the area with their assault rifles, mot seeing anything until a big, burly man rounded the corner and froze in his tracks at the sight of the Marines.
"Freeze! Stay where you are, sir!" Moors commanded. "Hands in the air!"
The man raised slowly his hands in the air, and that's when Moors noticed the man's eyes looked abnormal. They were larger, and bright, glowing yellow.
"Sir? Are you injured-"
The man let out an inhuman scream, then charged at Moors. He raised his rifle and put 3 bursts in the man's head. It barely left a mark.
The man charged past the barrage and knocked Moors out the window.
On the screen, several Marines could be seen through the window, pointing their assault rifles at a large man, before one of them came flying through the glass.
"Holy crap!" Dempsey yelled.
Moors was able to grab onto the window sill and slowly heave himself back up. When he reentered, however, he saw all of his men slaughtered, with the giant man breathing heavily and looking down at the fresh corpses littered on the carpet.
Moors stared at the bodies, and became filled with rage that nothing could extinguish, unless it was the death of this man. He screamed in rage, causing the large man to turn around
He charged at the man, pushing him toward the window and punching him several times, surprisingly injuring the man more than the M16s' bursts. He finally drew a grenade from his uniform and jammed it down the man's throat, kicking him out the window.
The Marine had caught onto the sill and heaved himself back up into the window. A few seconds passed, and everyone could just barely make out an anguished scream, right before the Marine pinned a man to the window, sticking something in the man's mouth and kicking him out the window. The man fell to the ground and, to everyone's shock, exploded shortly after.
"Oh my God!" Jakob's mother screamed.
Billy and Richtofen, however, almost cheered.
All of a sudden, the camera blurred, refocusing on a figure on the rooftop, brandishing an RPG. At a closer look, it appeared to be a zombie. It aimed carefully at the chopper before pulling the trigger.
"What the fu-" somebody began to say in the chopper.
Boom.
The screen seemed to be engulfed in flames as the world spun, making contact with the ground as a dying groan was heard. The camera was now cracked, and the only thing that was still visible was the debris-littered lawn of the White House.
"Jesus!" Sal yelled.
Moors stared down in dark satisfaction at the mutilated body of the large man, before looking up in horror as a rocket struck the news chopper. It crashed to the ground, taking out part of the lawn.
He quickly looked towards the direction it was fired, and executed the zombie with a quick burst to the head.
After mourning the loss of his teammates, he continued looking around until he spied President Obama, as well as his security team, rounding the corner.
"Hey!" he said, chasing after them.
One of the bodyguards immediately drew a pistol and pointed at Moors' head.
"Who're you?"
Moors was surprised, but answered calmly, "I'm Tyler Moors. I'm part of the Marine Raiders team that was supposed to be back-up." Then he looked at the President. "I think it'd be best if we got out of here, sir."
"No need. We're going to the bunker," Obama responded. He looked Moors up and down. "You're not bitten, are you?"
"No sir. These wounds were caused by being thrown out a window, sir," Moors replied.
"How did… nevermind. You should come with us," Obama said.
Moors' eyes widened, and he nodded gratefully.
Anything to get out of here.