Chapter 7: New Toys, Part 1
The ride on the service elevator could be summed up in two words: long and noisy. It was so loud, Samantha had to cover her ears, though Dave didn't have to worry about noise thanks to his helmet. The ride was made worse by the fact a zombie fell down the shaft and began to attack Dave despite breaking both of its legs.
"These things just don't quit, do they?" Sam shook her head, "Only if I'm in control." Eventually, the elevator came to a stop. In front of the two was a hallway lit by a red light. Pipes lined the ceiling above them and many of the rooms had large windows facing the hallways.
"So, do you know where Teddy is in here?" "Yes, he's right through this door." She replied, pointing to a pair of sliding doors. Dave gave them a quick look over before squeezing his fingers into the gap between the two doors.
"C'mon! Budge!" he growled as he struggled to pull the doors apart. Eventually, he managed to pry the doors a little less than ten inches apart.
"You think you can squeeze through there?" "Yes" Sam said as she slid between the doors with ease, "But you know you could've just pressed that button?" She stuck her hand back through the gap, pointing to a button next to the door.
"Thanks for telling me earlier." The pilot shrugged. Sam began to search the room for Teddy while Dave climbed through the doors.
"Aw, hell." He muttered as his helmet clunked against the doors. Sam glanced at him for a moment before approaching a table. Dave struggled to try and pull his helmet through the door, but eventually he gave up and let the helmet fall to the floor of the elevator.
"So, did you find him?" Dave asked as he fixed his hair and approached Sam. "Here he is!" She cheered, spinning around to display the ragged teddy bear.
"Now we're a family again." The pilot chuckled, "Come one, let's get…outta…What are those?" He asked as he walked pass a confused Sam. She followed his gaze until she spotted three weapons lying on the table.
"This was my father's!" Sam put Teddy on the table and picked up one of the three odd weapons. It was made of two cylindrical sections connected by wires and tubing. A few panels were open and some of the wires were disconnected. "He called it the Thundergun." She recalled as she hugged the gun. Dave raised an eyebrow.
"Uh…s-so what does it do?" She set the weapon down and began to put it back together. "My father designed it to shoot a blast of pressurized air at a given target." She stated as she closed a panel on it. "Air? Doesn't sound like it does much." "The Thundergun was designed to generate enough force for the air to act as a bullet, and at the time it would've saved the Wehrmacht a lot of resources," She raised the gun as if she was going to shoot something, "Sadly, it was difficult to generate enough power for it, and it was difficult to keep the air blasts concentrated, so it never left the prototype stage and we only made a few."
"Say, Sam?" Dave started, noticing how she held the enormous gun. "Yes?" "Have you ever fired that thing before?" "She lowered the Thundergun, "I've held it when my father wasn't looking, but no, I've never fired it." Dave nodded and looked at the other two weapons.
"Well, I know what this one is." He said as he patted its barrel, or rather, barrels. Sam's eyes widened with delight. "What is it?" she wondered. The pilot pointed to a plate on it "Aircraft Machine Gun 7.62MM GAU-2B/A," He read, "A Gatling gun. We use them on helicopters." He attempted to lift the Gatling gun up "Never seen a…urg… man…portable version, though." He let the weapon fall to the ground with a loud thud. The two then looked at the third weapon.
"Do you know what it is?" Dave asked. "Not a clue." It looked to be designed as a pistol, with no stock or forward grip. It consisted of a large metal tube in front, while the second half was built around a bluish tube containing an unknown substance.
Sam lazily flipped the weapon while Dave looked over the table for anything about the gun. "Hey! Here's something." The pilot said. Sam immediately dropped the gun and gazed at the papers he found while Dave read out loud. "'Winter's howl'. Huh." Sam immediately began to tinker with the unfinished weapon, occasionally glancing at the included blueprints. Dave continued to read, "It says it's some sort of freezing ray. That tube," He pointed to the bluish tube Sam removed to connect two wires, "Contains liquid Nitrogen…" He looked back to Sam, who now held the almost finished weapon in one hand.
"…You're quick with that stuff, you know that?" "I know!" she replied before continuing her search, "It's missing some parts, though. Like this panel." She pointed to the left half of the back of the weapon.
Dave looked around the table before turning back to Sam. "I think it's about time we le-" He stopped when the both hear a thump from the ceiling, followed by a screech. They both looked up.
"Samantha, what was that?" He asked, turning to her. She didn't answer, instead continuing to stare at the pipes on the ceiling while shaking her head.
"Uh, Samantha?" He began to wave his hand in front of her face. It seemed to break her out of her trance, but she continued to shake her head as she reached for the Thundergun. "No, it can't be them. How did they get here?" she muttered to herself.
"What was that?" His only answer was another screech. Something dropped from the ceiling behind them.
"Look out!" cried Sam as the creature jumped at the two. In one swift movement, she knocked Dave to the side, raised the Thundergun, and fired it at the creature. The recoil from the weapon was enough to knock her into the table, but it also knocked the creature across the room.
"Holy hell, what just happened?" Dave asked as he got to his feet. After helping Sam up, they both walked over to the dead creature. It had no face, but instead a huge, tooth filled mouth. The only think it wore was a loincloth, or maybe some shorts, Dave didn't want to bother with a closer inspection.
"Holy shit, what the hell is that thing?" He coughed. Despite being dead, the creature still emitted some sort of choking gas that blurred his vision.
"Get back." Sam warned. "Why?" He said through the cuff of his flight suit. "Because that's Nova 6." She held an arm in front of Dave and brought him back about for feet from the reeking corpse.
"What's Nova 6? Wh-what is that thing?" Sam sighed.
"Nova 6 was a type of nerve gas we developed during the war. Our plan was to load it onto a V2 missile and launch them from ships at Great Britain. But the war ended before the missiles could be launched. That," she pointed to the corpse, "Is what happens when a zombie is exposed to Nova 6. We tried to use them as test subjects for various experiments, but they were too…aggressive."
She continued, "But I don't know how they got here. I didn't even know the Americans HAD Nova 6." "So, there might be more of these things running around?" Dave calmly asked. Sam nodded her head. He looked at the Thundergun in her left hand.
"Well, despite the threat they pose, I want to see what else we have stashed down here."
First off, I'd like to thank all the "original" people who sent a PM saying "Hi!" All five of you.
So, what is my excuse for the ridiculous delay? Minecraft. As Tycho put it: "I have heard [Gabriel] suggest that the game is crack, but it's more like all of the ingredients and equipment that you need to make crack, which I'd say is worse."
I made up some of the details regarding the Thundergun's history. I figured that was the best way to justify the creation of an air gun. I'm kinda wondering how long it'll be until I find a pic of Sam hugging the Thundergun. The Death Machine's name I didn't make up however. In the game, it is labeled as a GAU-2 Gatling gun.
Sam is also living up to the "Tech wiz" personality I'm making for her, fixing the two wonder weapons. It makes sense really: she's been around this advanced technology practically her whole life. Plus, the Winter's Howl does have similar asthetics to the DG-2.
So, Dave found some of five's wonder weapons. The next chapter will have all the weapons that the readers submitted. Now, I gotta dig through months of PM's to find them...