Chapter 3
Price, Soap, Yuri, Nikolai the Pilot, Nikolai the Drunk, Richtofen, Dempsey and Takeo had their guns up and ready. The Task Force 141 men had AK-47s, while Richtofen had an MP5K, Nikolai the Drunk an AK-74u, Dempsey a Ray Gun, and Takeo a PM63. Then Samantha spoke again in that creepy voice of hers.
"Are you ready for Samantha's improved game?" she said. "Have fun!"
"Improved…?" puzzled Takeo.
Meanwhile, the 141 men had been pointing their guns everywhere, looking for the source of that demented voice.
"She sounds crazier than Makarov," said Price. "And I thought that was impossible."
Suddenly, distant gunfire rattled out, breaking the silence. The zombie killers were puzzled – surely Samantha was going to send out zombies?
Nikolai the Pilot was near the hangar door when a guy in a Russian Army outfit appeared, with an MP5!
"AAAUUGGGHHH!" he screamed. The hostile was a mere 6 feet away from him, and he expected bullets to rip the flesh from his bones and end his life any minute.
The Russian Army guy fired at Nikolai the Pilot. As if in slow mo, he watched as the bullets came flying out of the muzzle, streaking towards him…only to stop in mid-air and fall to the ground. A red, hazy-like object appeared in front of him as the bullets stopped, then disappeared. Then the hostile was shot by Yuri and collapsed onto the ground.
Nikolai the Pilot was thoroughly confused. Logically, he should have been dead, but was saved by that weird red thing that appeared. Everyone else besides Yuri had missed it, so he went over to them and explained what had happened.
When he finished, Takeo asked, "Was the object a solid red, or could you see through it a little?
"It was hazy-like, but I could still see through it, kind of."
"Vhen the bullets stopped did ripples cross zhe object?" asked Richtofen.
Nikolai the Pilot thought about that one. "Well, now that a think about it, yes."
"Sounds like a force field," concluded Richtofen. "Zhat vould also be the reason vhy ve are not freezing right now."
Soap turned to Price. "Am I the only one that thinks these four are nutjobs?"
Price let out a snort and shook his head.
More gunfire alerted the eight men that more enemies were coming. Price was quick to lay out a defensive plan. "Alright, there are three entrances to this hangar. Richtofen, Dempsey, you take the north while Nikolai the Drunk and Takeo take the south. Everyone else is with me for the east."
Dempsey turned to Takeo and said, "Switch?" Takeo nodded and the two switched partners.
As soon as everyone had taken up their positions, the Russian soldiers began shooting at them. Soap fired his AK-47 and blood sprayed out from one soldier's body. He looked over at Dempsey, who was turning them into charred meat with his Ray Gun.
"Dempsey, what the hell is that?" he asked. Dempsey winked at him and said, "It's called a Ray Gun, and it kicks ass!"
One soldier foolishly decided to run up to Richtofen and try to shoot him at point blank range. "NEIN! No touchy!" Richtofen shouted, and gutted the soldier with his knife. The eight continued on for several minutes, defending themselves from the hostiles.
Takeo's gun clicked empty. He released the magazine, reached for another one, only to find that he had no more ammo left. "I have been dishonored!" he said. But he wasn't completely defenseless. Whipping out his katana, he ran out of the hangar straight towards a large group of enemies, countless bullets flying at him and stopped by his force field. He immediately sliced the first soldier he came across, a spray of blood flying into the air. He subsequently went all samurai on the others, and came to be surrounded by bodies each missing a limb or two. Richtofen, who had been watching this, applauded. Takeo theatrically bowed.
"VEAPONS!" Samantha said. Lightning struck the centre of the hangar, and created a cloud of smoke. When it cleared, there was, of all things, a crate with a laptop on top of it. The zombie killers, who had never seen one before, regarded the package with interest and suspicion.
"Ooooo, vhat is zhis?" said Richtofen. He turned toward the Task Force 141 men. "Since you are from zhis time period, perhaps you vould know?"
Price said, "It's called a laptop. It's basically a thin, small computer."
Nikolai the Drunk went over to the laptop and flipped it open. Instantly the screen activated and displayed a long list of guns.
"This looks almost as amazing as vodka!" he said. "Almost."
Price went over and examined the laptop. It looked like any typical one, except that the brand was "Samantha Maxis Inc." and there was no keyboard; there was just an up arrow key, down arrow key, and a "Purchase" button. Having a hunch of what this was for, he scrolled through the list until he found "M4A1 Assault Rifle" and hit "Purchase".
The top of the crate slowly opened and an M4A1 with some magazines floated up from it. "What the hell?" He grabbed the assault rifle and stuffed the magazines in his ammo pack.
Dempsey turned to the other zombie killers and said, "I guess that thing is like the wall guns we're used to."
Following Price's lead, the other men selected their new weapons (except Yuri, who just restocked ammo for his AK-47). Soap got a SCAR-L, Nikolai the Pilot a P90, Richtofen an MP7, Dempsey a SPAS-12, Takeo a PP90M1, and Nikolai the Drunk an UMP45. The zombie killers mainly chose their weapons based on looks rather than experience. Then they retook their defensive positions, and none too soon. More Russian soldiers descended upon the hangar, more bullets hit their targets and more spent magazines fell to the ground.
Nikolai the Drunk was standing smack dab in the middle of the doorway he and Dempsey were defending, firing his UMP45. "Hey, drunkard, get back here behind cover!" Dempsey said.
"Why? They can't hit me," Nikolai the Drunk said as he headshotted an enemy. He didn't notice that his force field's red was getting lighter and lighter as more and more bullets hit it.
"Nikolai the Drunk, god damn it, get back here or else your force field's gonna break!" Dempsey demanded.
"Don't worry, American. You're always so para – arrrgghhh!" Nikolai the Drunk broke off as a bullet hit him in the leg. Dempsey was right – the continuous barrage on his force field had broken it, and suddenly he was just a mere mortal once again.
"Damn it! Nikolai the Drunk's down! Get over here and help, someone!" Dempsey shouted. He quickly ran to the doorway and put himself between his downed comrade and the Russian hostiles. Using his SPAS-12 shotgun, he laid down suppressing fire as Yuri dragged Nikolai the Drunk to safety. Once the two were behind cover, Dempsey jumped back to cover himself.
Richtofen hurried over to where Nikolai the Drunk was clutching his wounded leg. "Come on already, give me the injection!" he demanded through gritted teeth. Muttering to himself about how stupid he was and why he was wasting a syringe on this idiot, Richtofen injected Nikolai the Drunk and healed him.
Price came over, wiping his forehead. "I think that's the last of them, for now."
"What happened to Nikolai the Drunk?" inquired Nikolai the Pilot.
"His force field got hit by too many bullets and it broke," replied Dempsey.
"Broke? You can't break a force field," said Richtofen. "Zhe correct answer is zhat his force field probably reached a limit and vent avay to regenerate."
"Well, my bad, Professor Richtofen," Dempsey said in a mocking tone.
"Professor? Nein, it's Doctor!
"I was being sarcastic, idiot!"
Takeo interrupted the two before another fight broke out. "We have to be honorable when we're battling the enemies and make sure that we're not hit by too many bullets." As soon as he said this, Samantha spoke up again.
"Good job! You have figured out my game! As a revard, playtime is over…for now!" She cackled and the weapons crate disappeared, replaced by eight sleeping bags and some canned food.
Richtofen turned to the Task Force 141 men and said, "Perhaps I should give you some background and answer zhe questions you surely have."
Soap nodded and said, "Definitely."
So, as Dempsey, Nikolai the Drunk and Takeo ate and conversed, the Task Force 141 men listened to Richtofen as he told them the story of how they winded up here, and the battles he and his three original colleagues had fought in…
Soap's Journal, entry date 08-17-16
Today has been the strangest day of my life. According to Price, us four were in northern India when Makarov's men attacked us. We went down to this room, looking for a way out, when this weird machine sent us to some Siberian outpost, where four other guys were. One of them, a Nazi (explained later) healed my stab wound with some medicine. Then this creepy girl's voice spoke and we were assaulted by Russian soldiers. For protection, each of us has a force field, but it can only take a limited amount of damage before it goes away to regenerate. To top it off, this crate with a laptop on it came out of nowhere and can supply us with guns and ammo, but that girl took it away for the night. Then the Nazi, Richtofen, explained some stuff to us. It was like some sci-fi movie plot.
He says that Dempsey, Nikolai the Drunk, Takeo (the other three guys we saw) and he are from WWII. All of them were thrust into nightmarish places, where zombies (?) which were controlled by the creepy girl (Samantha) attacked them. The machine that we saw and accidentally used in India was a teleporter created by Nazi scientists that sent us here, and they also used one to get here too. Richtofen says that the teleporters can travel through space and time, explaining how they got from the 1940s to 2016. He also says that there are zombie hot spots in Germany, Russia, Area 51, Japan, and the moon (?). Samantha was on the moon and followed them here, to 2016, where she is unleashing hell on all of us with Russian soldiers she created out of thin air.
I know this is not my best journal entry, but it's just so hard to piece all of this together in a way that makes sense. In fact, it still doesn't make sense to me.
Anyway, I'm going to go to sleep soon. Richtofen says that two of us need to keep watch in case Samantha decides to launch a sneak attack on us. I don't know, it's all a game to her, like those old Saw movies. Ugh, just want to get out of this place, but that's impossible because there's a concrete wall all around this outpost. Anyway, Soap out.