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Netta sat down under the centrifuge, studying Robert's wound as he slept. There was a deep gash in the crook of his arm. It had bled so much, and Netta had no way of bandaging it. Robert Englund had lost a lot of blood, and now the edges of the wound were turning brown. It frightened Netta.
She felt helpless, alone, and very tired. She had talked to Richtofen earlier on the radio, and now he was on his way. Her amazing, intelligent, Dr. Richtofen would know what to do…
Robert was like a brother to her. She loved him like a mother loved her son, despite the fact that he was a few years older than her…They had been through a lot together, especially after the other actors and their director had all died fighting…
"We're totally surrounded!" Michael yelled, gritting his teeth. Sarah Geller ran over to where Michael was, now battling four zombies at once, high-kicking one in the face, elbowing another.
Meanwhile, Danny Trejo was up on the ship with Robert. Two zombies grabbed Danny around the neck, as Robert was busy shooting down another approaching swarm. "Ach! No! I-"Danny managed to scream, before the zombies swarmed him, eventually killing him.
Sarah was next to go. She tripped, while trying to perform a round-kick to a zombie's neck. The zombies took her over while she was down. "No! No! Help me, help, I can't-"were her last words.
Netta had come just as Robert was getting overwhelmed, using her ThunderGun to thin out the crowd. She had to practically drag Robert towards the teleporter, as the pain in his arm became unbearable. Michael Rooker had just managed to take down his former director, the undead George A. Romero, before getting swarmed over in the freezing water.
Netta grimaced at the memory. She hoped this could end soon, whatever this was…She knew Richtofen was working at something. He told her he had to find something, something important. Netta shook her head in wonder.
In the dead silence of the old space station, Netta was able to make out three men's voices approaching the room. Thank God…They're here.
Richtofen lead the way into the main room, two men following and talking quietly amongst themselves. He walked over to Netta and she flung her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
"Oh, thank God you're here…Robert is so badly hurt…can you do anything?" Netta pleaded, still clinging to him.
Despite it being very dark, Netta could still make out the slightly disturbed looks she was getting from the two other men.
Richtofen stood up. "I can do nothing. I 'ave no medical equipment with me. Zeh wound is badly infected and he has lost much blood…he vill die by morning."
Tears formed in Netta's eyes. "No…no you can't say that. No! He can't die, he can't!" she screamed.
"Calm yourself Netta!" Richtofen said coldly. "Zhere is nothing I can do! He vill die in his sleep."
Netta buried her face in her hands, crying quietly. The two men exchanged worried glances.
Richtofen turned to the two men. "Come. Ve must sleep. Monkey- I mean, Takeo, you take first watch. Wake us if you hear anything."
Takeo narrowed his eyes, but nodded. Netta was still crying.
The hard floor of the space station was uncomfortable, but the hunters fell asleep quickly. A few hours later, Takeo woke Dempsey to take the next watch.
The next morning, loud scratching noises coming from the depths of the station woke everybody up. Netta had already been awake, and was crying over Robert. He was dead.
"Did you hear that?" Takeo muttered. Dempsey and Richtofen nodded looking at each other. Netta seemed to be deaf to the world.
From far back in the station, a loud hiss was heard.
"Crap! Guys, the freakbags are back!" Dempsey shouted. Richtofen and Takeo grabbed their guns. Netta refused to move away from Robert.
Grabbing her shoulders, Richtofen dragged a now hysterical Netta away from Robert.
"No, no, no, leave me alone, leave me alone…" she moaned.
"Get up schtupid girl! Do you vant to get killed? Get up and fight!" Richtofen snapped.
Netta staggered to her feet, picking up her shotgun. Her long copper hair was a mess, and her blue eyes were a blotchy red. She gripped her gun tightly, her arms shaking. Her face was hard and determined.
"You have much honor, young lady." Takeo murmured. Netta managed a small smile towards the Japanese man, as the yells of the zombies came closer.
The zombies came in a large swarm. From somewhere up above, the laugh of a young girl echoed around them.
Richtofen gritted his teeth, staring straight ahead. Aiming straight at the swarm, he fired off his MP-40 at the oncoming horde. Takeo and the American man followed suit, Netta getting up closer to use her shot gun.
"There are too many! We have to head towards the teleporter! It's upstairs!" Netta yelled, reloading her shotgun.
The three men followed her upstairs, running into the next room. The swarm of the undead stayed close behind.
The teleporter in sight, Takeo had about two seconds to realize his boot lace had come undone, before tripping and falling to the ground. The zombies swarmed over him immediately, killing him quickly.
Cursing loudly, Dempsey sprinted after Netta and Richtofen, turning to fire off his AK.
"DAMN IT! I'M OUT OF AMMO!" Dempsey yelled.
Dempsey, Netta, and Richtofen piled into the teleporter, the growing swarm of zombies sprinting closer. Netta pulled the lever, and purple electricity erupted around the four, just as the zombies reached them.