CHAPTER 12: I HAVE A BETTER IDEA
NEW YORK, 2551, AUGUST 23, 0100 HOURS
As the zombie team rested, waiting for first light to come so they could travel to Boston, tank couldn't help but think of their plan while he stood watch. This was probably the first sleep opportunity they had been given in weeks, and yet Tank failed to register any fatigue in his system. He wanted to be back at a battle field, killing his foe the best out of his unit or team or even by himself if the military saw fit. He just wanted to be back under American orders, serving his country, not fighting for his life with a bunch of foreign people he had only known for a few weeks.
As he pondered on his thoughts, he smelt a smell he began to know all too well. Rotting flesh. Then he heard the yelling of the zombies off in the distance. As he was about to awaken the others, he thought of something evil. What if he left them to die, then he could take the teleporter back to the 40's and be back to where he knew and was comfortable, back to killing Nazis and Japs and Russians, fighting for the allied forces. But he knew he couldn't do that. He was stone cold, but couldn't leave them for some reason.
"Guys, get up, we gots us some company." Tank said to awaken his once slumbering allies.
"Just as I was able to get a good drunk dream going full of women and all of my wives, dam it" Nicolai said in anger.
Just as they loaded their gins, they realizes….. They had no ammo!
"Uuhh, fuck… we used up all our ammo. Why didn't we get a max ammo? This is bullshit. Run!" Tank yelled as they began to see the wall of zombies begin to charge them. As the team ran, Tank got another idea, not so diabolical this time." Guys, what if we go back to the teleporter and teleport to the Pentagon? I mean, there might be some human left there."
As the team thought of this, they began to be shot at from the behind from plasma shots to bullets alike.
"I don't care, as long as I get to have a sip of vodka one last time." Nicolai said as he ran
"Agreed" Takeo said keeping it simple
"Uh where is the teleporter, Tank?" Richtofen asked
"Uuhh, wasn't it by the ocean? Tank asked.
"Well, lucky I took this from the moon and put it in the room. It's a tracking device, and if I'm not mistaken, it is this way" Richtofen told the team as he took a sharp left, the team close to his heels. After 5 minutes of running, they reached the building, and they entered hastily, barricading the door.
"And why did u put a tracking thingy in here" Nicolai asked
"Well, when this was all over, I was going to do some tests to it." Richtofen said.
"It doesn't matter, get the thing ready to go" Tank said, urging the doctor to get started.
" I don't know the coordinates. Wait, what is this file?" Richtofen asked as he open a folder of the desktop that held the coordinated of all the teleporters this one was capable of connecting to. And there was one called pentagon war room." Well, looks like were in luck. Everyone in" Richtofen said as he pushed the button to start it. Everyone jumped in and in a few dizzy disorientating seconds, they were in the pentagon's war room, where, when they looked to their left, they saw 4 tall, tank looking like men standing, one on the ground, and heard the yells of even more zombies. This was when humanity had hope once again.