That night, we slept in peace. We were so cocky, we didn't even post a guard! Before we slept, we cooked our food over a bonfire, but the thing was we used the corpses of the zombies. Call it what you will, I still say the food was the best thing I had ever tasted!

In the morning we divided into two groups. Peter and Blackthorn went to check the upper floors, and Hoffman and I were sent to check the basement. Hoffman was rather reluctant to enter the basement.

"What, afraid of the dark Hoffman?" I joked as we opened the door to the pitch dark basement. Hoffman merely grunted and turned on his flashlight. "Lets hope there are some maggot-sacks down there. I don't want this to be a complete waste." He walked down the creaky steps, into the darkness below. I turned on my flashlight, and trudged into the darkness below.

The basement was cold, and the air was thick with dust. The floor was made of cold stone, that caused our footsteps to echo, that only added to the eerie feeling. The dark was only pierced by the beams of our flashlight.

"Something just touched my leg!" Hoffman had froze, and had trained his flashlight on the corner of a shelf. We saw something disappear around the corner.

"Just a zombie." I said lowering my weapon. "With no legs..." I added.

"We better kill it. Don't want to be killed by a no legged zombie." The marine chuckled. He raised his gun and began following the zombie.

"Lets kill this bitch!" I exclaimed with a grin. I raised my Trench Gun and followed Hoffman. We tracked the former Nazi through a maze of shelves, lined with food and... did that jar have a head in it?!

After about five minutes of trailing the zombie, we found it in a corner, clawing at a box. I walked up to the zombie. It was totally engrossed in the box and didn't notice me.

"Shall you, or should I?" I asked my fellow. I walked over to a shelf and pulled off something that looked like a knife. It was so covered with rust that I couldn't tell what it was.

"You can take this one. There have to be more of these ghouls I this maze!" The soldier walked off while humming merrily. I took hold of the knife, and threw it. It struck the zombie clean in the back of the head. It let out a dying screech and fell limp. I wonder what it wanted with the box? I walked over to the box, and reached out to touch it. "What the hell?!" I muttered to myself.

Four glowing, gold, pulsing question marks appeared on the box. Two small on the front and two large ones on the top. I poked the question mark. It felt wood, and cold. It tingled my fingers. I leaped backwards and quickly raised my gun. I lowered it in amazement. What kind of box was this? A gold light was coming out of the box, illuminating the ceiling. A gun suddenly floated out of the box! It was just... floating. Sitting there in the air. I reached out and grabbed the gun. The box flew shut and I jumped back. I only then realized that the gun was an MG42 machine gun! It was as heavy as I remembered. I shot it a jar on the shelf. "KICK ASS!" I yelled.

Hoffman ran around the corner. "I heard you yell! Is everything OK?!"

I chuckled. "I'm fine Andrew!" He hated being called by his first name. "Now, you have to see this!Hoffman went through the process I did, being scared at first, then realizing, then being pleasantly surprised.

Hoffman got an M2 Flamethrower. I looked at it jealously, and he offered to trade me the flamethrower for my shotgun. "Hell yes!" Was my response. I felt powerful walking around with the flamethrower tank on my back.

When we came back up to the main floor, we hared our discoveries. All the other team found was a box of torn, stitched, bloody teddy bears. When they heard about our discovery, they ran down to the basement, eager for a weapon. Peter came up with an STG sub-machine gun. Blackthorn was angry.

"All I got were some damn Molotov Cocktails!" he said angerly.

The next morning, we were talking, and telling jokes around the fire when a stange mist set in. There was a cruel, evil howling. "Son of a bitch." Peter said with an annoyed tone. The response was an evil, crooked laugh and the demonic words,

"FEATCH ME THEIR SOULS!!!"