AG12 Redux *no name yet*

"I hate fridays." I grumbled to Cristian, but the Rodrigo and Javier heard what I'd just said.

"Why, Nicholas? Because after that you can't see your cruuush?" Rodrigo teased.

"Oh, shut up, man! That was not called for at all!" I shouted.

"C'mon, dude, you know you wanna ask her out." Javi said.

"Man, I fuckin' would, but I'm too much of a coward." I replied,

"Why? C'mon, let's go to her." Cristian said, grabbing me and pulling me towards where she hung out. I struggled, but all he did was put on his shades and keep walking. I tried to walk against his force, but he simply pulled harder.

"I DON'T WANNA!" I shouted. He shrugged it off and continued his mission.

"But, you do." Cris teased with a devilish grin. We were almost there, and I was in her line of sight. As soon as we got there, he let go, but not after pushing me over to where she was. I stood, frozen, and she looked at me, and I sprinted for my LIFE. I tripped, and then I realized it. I fucked up.

I expected to land on my face, and probably die, since I was falling headfirst, but I fell through the ground, and landed on my back in a dark, dark place.

"Agh... What the FRICK!?" Was my first reaction. I scrambled backwards until I hit a wall. I stayed there, breathing heavily, until my eyes adjusted. The place looked familiar- like I'd seen it before, but I hadn't been here before. I looked over to where I was, and saw a gun. A colt '1911, to be exact. Then it hit me.

NAZI ZOMBIES

"Craaaap..." I whispered as I leaned forward to grab the 1911, the knife, and two rusty but probably active Stielhandgranates. "Not Nacht. Just- Not Nacht. At least let the Mule Kick be- AUGH!" I groaned as I stood up and looked to check if the Mule Kick machine was there- and as you can probably guess, it wasn't. Then I heard shuddering. Not rotten flesh shuddering- human shuddering. I started my journey there, and immediately stopped when I heard it- the undead. The shout was horrifying- it sounded so much more real than it does coming from a TV screen. Then the shuddering turned into crying- loud crying. I went past the stairs to see my old friend Mason. "Dude, what the FUCK!?" I shouted at him, which probably made him cry even harder. I crouched down to try to console him, but something stopped me- the sound of a wooden plank falling on the floor. I got so much more alert- and it scared Mason, I'm pretty sure, as much as it scared me. I pulled on the slide of the handgun, until I heard the ever-so-satisfying click that came with a bullet being chambered. I walked over to where the noise came from, and I saw what I suspected- A blue, rotting man in a Nazi's uniform staring at me with glowing orange eyes. It sent chills through my spine, and made me stand there. But when he shouted at me, I raised the gun, and with my not-too-shaky hands, aimed.

Now. A little exposition. I've shot guns. Once. Three guns. A toned-down Colt, a Glock 23, and a Glock 17. Notice anything? Yeah. They're all 9 millimeter pistols. I knew for a fact that in WW2, the Colt M1911 was a .45 . Bloody hell. Anyway, back to the story.

I squeezed, and the force left my arms jiggly. It's strong, but it didn't kill the hostile. I aimed again, my hands shakier, due to adrenaline, and squeezed. Bam, straight in the face. The zombie topples backward, and I stood, thinking. then I felt a presence sneak up behind me. A cold presence. I holstered the pistol, and pulled my knife and turn around, and as the huge, undead man walked towards me, I lunged at him with my knife, and I heard the scream of pain that he let out IN response. I looked up (I didn't have to look up that far, I'm not short) and saw his eyes, not glowing anymore. I pushed him down, and there stood Samir, who's probably pissed himself.

"Nick? What's going on?" He asked softly.

"Pick up the gun and the knife, you'll need it. I said sternly. I put my knife away, and walked over to Mason, who was cry-shouting, and had, like, three zombies around him. "Oh, christ!" I shouted. "Samir, come here!"

"Ye- OH, MY GOD!" He screamed as he saw the men walk towards us.

"Take your knife and stab one." I ordered.

"But that's mur-"

"THEY'RE UNDEAD, JUST KILL THEM AGAIN!" I shouted, cutting him off. He took his knife in a shaky hand, and reluctantly stuck it in one of their chests. The man fell backward due to the little force put on him, slowing down the one behind him. I took the other two, with Assassin's Creed-like slashing. "Yo, Samir, sorry for shouting, but, revive him, I got your back." I told him reassuringly. He shrugged, and I groaned in return. "Fine, you cover me, and I'll revive him." I said. We switched places and I awkwardly stuck the syrette in his arm. After about, oh, I don't know, FOREVER or so, He got back up, and wiped the last of his tears.

"Hey, thanks." Mason told me.

"No problem, but pick up the gun and-" I got cut off by a cold strike to my right shoulder. I stuck my gun in the zombies face, unholstering it faster than Doc Holliday himself, and gave the zombie two blows to the head. His head came clean off, spraying us three with rancid blood. When the zombie fell in between us, we saw the ONE person that I didn't expect to be in this thing at all-

Shannon.

Hey guys! This is my reboot attempt at Agarthan 12 Year Olds, and if you like it, please tell me! If this takes off, then I'll start a new series with this as the first chapter, and even if it is the same thing, it's better detailed and the chapters are shorter and the maps are multiple parts. Anyway, sorry for the delays, (which can be fixed with these shorter chapters, and Goodbye!

-PokeDDay