Here comes the 9th chapter of Richtofen's Slave. This is a generic "survival" chapter that will last until about Round 15. After this chapter, we will be taken to a new map.

Without further ado, let's get started.

Chapter 9: Ruins in the Sky

Misty's POV

Those things are weird. They can perfectly leap on the walls with magnificent agility, they made weird snarling noises at us, and they smelt worse than the other zombies to the point where Stuhlinger smelt like a flower! That's a compliment, trust me.

All five of us huddled in a corner near the B23R outline with the intention of covering everyone else's ass. Marlton and Austin crouched down below us so we could all get clear shots. The creatures were hard to hit, as if they knew how to dodge every single bullet, but enough firepower hit them to defeat them. They kept coming, and we kept killing. Stuhlinger still had his M1911, providing a deadweight for us. My AN-94 and Marlton's AK74u were doing the best job holding them off, while Austin and Russman's B23R did an adequate job of holding them off.

Eventually, the last one dropped dead, and a Max Ammo appeared in its place. Everybody reloaded their various weapons, and we felt relief when our pockets felt heavier with more clips. About that time, the elevator containing the perk machine Quick Revive dropped down to allow us a nice ride up. Marlton, Stuhlinger, Austin, and I piled on. Russman, however, took a drop onto some mattresses to break his fall. He was at an area near the mystery box. He promised that he'd be fine, and Russman can hold his own, so none of us had any second thoughts about it.

The elevator ride took the four of us up to where the M14 was available to buy. Stupidger made another of his many dumb decisions by buying the rifle long after its usefulness ran out. I was about to give him a piece of my mind when a horde of Round 6 zombies arrived. We hurried into the room we awoke in to fight the zed from better vantage points: Austin on the staircase corner, Stuhlinger at the desk area, me at the statues near the Olympia outline, and Marlton on the other side of the stairs.

Our weaponry managed to hold them off, even the M14 did a pretty damn good job at holding off the zombies. During the break in between rounds, Marly and Austin descended down into the SVU room. They each bought the sniper rifle and were cocking it when I came down.

"So you boys are goin' to try sniping, huh?" I teased. They both nodded, not catching the teasing in my voice. Stuhlinger called out from above that he'd just stay up there for later and rely on the M14 to kill them. We all screamed back some form of acknowledgement to that, what I said should not be repeated.

We stayed in this room until round 8. Austin, who had been using his B23R until now, finally switched to his sniper. They say that you learn something everyday, and today I learned to never trust Austin Woodard with a sniper rifle, never. He never did hit a zombie with any shot, and he used up all the ammo in no time flat.

"Fuck this shit!" Austin frustratingly walked down the stairs and threw his empty gun off the building. He sure had a temper when he was frustrated, it was funny. However, he recovered when he threw it away. I watched as he slid down the rubble slide and into the room with the M16 and the mystery box.

Marlton and I were now alone against a pretty big horde of stankbags. However, where Austin lacked with a sniper rifle, Marlton prevailed. Most of his shots hit the head, and all hit the zombies somewhere. I probably didn't even have to provide fire myself, but I did anyway. When round 8 ended, we went to join Austin, who was rolling the box. Right as it stopped on an RPD, we arrived.

Austin lowered his sunglasses in shock, a pleasantly surprised look appeared on his face as he held the LMG for the first time.

"You and me, we gonna raise some hell," He spoke to the gun, almost in a reassuring voice. He was right, while I was rolling the box, the first round 9 zombies were splattered by RPD rounds. I guess SMGs and LMGs were more Austin's thing. My roll stopped on an SMR, which I knew all too well how much they suck, but it was still better than an M1911. I managed to kill one zombie with ten rounds, half of a clip, and then I had enough common sense to switch back to my AN-94. Marlton stuck with the sniper, still landing several headshots on the zed.

We fought our way to the elevator shaft, where we jumped down into the AN-94 room. We continued on until we jumped onto the building with the AK74u. Marlton grabbed a refill and switched to the SMG-Assualt Rifle hybrid.

We really didn't have much more zombies, so that's when the fog came back, and so did the leapers. We all huddled up together as Austin sprayed his RPD at the incoming infected. The LMG was doing an excellent job at dropping the undead, until Austin had to reload.

"Cover me!" He called, beginning the long reload process of removing the ammo belt and adding a new one. Marlton had trouble landing a shot on them, even with his sniper, so my AN-94 saved the day. Once Austin finished his long reload, he took care of the rest. It got quiet, but it wasn't over, suddenly we heard the screams of Russman and Stupidger. We rushed to their aid, but we found them dead in the power room, eaten by the freaks.

After killing the last freaks, we examined their bodies. Yep, they got overrun and we were just seconds too late. We had a moment of silence for the fallen, then packed our weapons and moved on, it would be for the best.

We headed to the rooftop by elevator, fortifying positions for a last stand near the window at the ramp. We were prepared to give as many zombies as we could hell.

Round 10 passed, then 11, then it was Round 15 before we knew it. We backed up as far as we could, killing as many zombies as we could, but we made the mistake by not watching the window, allowing a zombie to break out.

Marlton was clawed and downed before we knew it. "Marly!" I screamed, but suddenly was pulled away by Austin. We dashed by the horde, but found ourselves cornered after going up the ramp. There was no way we were going to survive this.

"Let's jump!" Austin shouted. "At least then we won't give them the satisfaction of eating us!" I agreed, and I jumped with Austin. We hurtled towards the ground, ready to die. I don't know if we will really die this time, or be transported again like in Washington.

I don't know, but I was about to find out.