Since my time limitations are so tight, I may be publishing chapters daily. I apologize if that seems rushed, but I MUST get this published.
Bryan walked into the garden, staring in wonder at the beauty. It didn't technically have many plants, due to the hot and dry environment, but it did have some amazing features. There were multiple waterfalls made of stone that somehow made it seem natural. The ceiling was covered in glass and the walls were made of rock.
"Unreal" muttered Sidney.
"It is quite beautiful" agreed Takeo.
Dempsey appreciated the décor as much as he appreciated his shoes. Enough to care only if they became a nuisance. He walked over to a wooden sign and bought the weapon on it.
"Now it becomes good!" he stated holding a MP-7.
Bryan reached a similar sign and snagged the MP5K on it.
"Me gusta" he muttered making a perfect imitation of the meme face.
The Marine stared in wonder at him for a solid ten seconds before he said, "I officially respect you now more than I do anyone else."
"Thank you."
Roger whistled as he entered the courtyard. It was more of an unofficial armory judging by the defensive positions in it. Several large anti-air cannons were placed behind sandbags and several large crates of ammo were stacked around them. Sadly, they were all empty.
"Well that would've been cool" muttered Nikolai discovering the sad news.
"Least I got this!" exclaimed Sam holding a PM-63.
"You and your guns. I am growing concerned" stated Gersch carrying a BAR.
"Well don't be. I just find guns to be a suitable substitute for a male in a sexual relationship."
The cosmonaut was so astonished he couldn't speak. Nikolai clapped him on the back. "Don't worry. We all think the same thing."
"They'll have to wipe you up with a sponge now!" exclaimed Sidney nailed a headshot.
"Good mother of God I think I'm in love" stated Dempsey observing his fellow zombie-slayer.
"Don't judge her by that one statement American" said Takeo calmly reloading his gun. "She is actually quite tender."
"How do you know?"
Takeo glanced away. "Just logic."
"Ha ha! Our cold, heartless samurai has fallen in love! How adorable! Hey, can I be your best man?"
The Imperialist have him a dead-pan glare. "Fuck you."
"Hey, no need to get vicious. It was a legitimate question."
"Please just shut the hell up."
"Fine. Fine. Be like that then."
Bryan glanced back at them. "What are you panty-suckers arguing about? We got more important things to do!"
"Ah blow it out your ass!" yelled Dempsey.
Bryan lifted his gun and fired. The round missed the Marine's ear by a distance no one had a measure small enough for. He growled as he checked the ear.
"Damn arrogant vet. He doesn't remember that I'm a veteran too. And my war was thrice as big as his."
"Be patient with him" said Sidney gently. "He's just angry. Angry at the world really."
"Yeah, well he can join the fucking club."
"Just please don't snap on him. He's very trigger-happy right now."
The Marine looked at her and saw the pleading face she had on. He sighed. "Fine. But if he shoots in my direction, he's going down. Vet or not."
Nikolai roared in joy as he released the triggers on the mounted machine gun he had found. This one did have ammo.
"Kicks more than your mother! Ha! I indicated I slept with your mother!"
Roger turned and popped a head. He and the others were guarding Nikolai's ass as he took on the main group.
"I'm gonna tell my mates back home of this shit!" the redneck yelled shooting the horde of zombies.
"Pow! Right in the kissa!" yelled Sam in a perfect imitation of the line.
"It is quite curious how your head snaps off when I shoot it. I only hit your frontal lobe" wondered Gersch stroking his beard.
Something stood up from the horde. Something tall and thin.
"Die new thing! I don't like change!" yelled Nikolai unloading his gun in its general direction.
The thing burst clean in two and began to run towards him. He kept shooting it and it burst again. Now he had four of these things running at him!
"Fuck you!" he yelled tossing a grenade.
The fragments tore them apart and splattered them into the floor. This time, they didn't move.
"Splitters? God damn it" muttered Roger.
"Splitters?" repeated Nikolai.
"We saw them back in Las Vegas. They split into four before dying. But headshots kill them instantly."
The Russian noted the shaking of his hands and the unsteadiness of his sight. "I'm fucked."
