A New Arrival
"Well, it seems I owe my life to you yet again, soldier" gasped Richtofen clutching his neck for air as he got to his feet. Dempsey opened his mouth to reply but was countered with an almighty screech from the theatre. The muffled curses from Nikolai could be heard. The door flung open and a Horde of zombies ran through the door some tripping over others. Their eyes were bright and piercing, their screams were deafening.
"Oh shi-PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW" A reverberating noise filled the air as Nikolai and Takeo appeared at the top of the stairwell. In their hands were assault rifles but these were not normal assault rifles a strange almost-alien pattern ran across it and it fired some form of purple projectile which ripped the flesh straight of the zombies as they collapsed as a dead heap in the doorway.
"Hey Guys!" Shouted Nikolai. "I found the pack-a-punch and I can tell you, this gun packs a punch!" But Richtofen was otherwise occupied. He was looking at the teleporter. "Guys, I think I can fix this." Said Richtofen as he fiddled with the controls but no one was listening. They were all admiring Nikolai's H115 Oscillator. He twisted a wire and pressed a few buttons, he flicked the switch and it whirred into life. They all looked on in amazement. "Wow, nice going Doc" complimented Dempsey. Richtofen smiled in the corner of his mouth.
They all crowded onto the teleporter and Richtofen hit enter , an aura surrounding them. The aura stopped and they appeared in the middle of a town but it was deserted. There was fire running in cracks across the floor. The tarmac was splintered and bodies of zombies were laid across the floor, filling the air with the metallic stench of death. Someone had been here.
A voice came from down the street "Who the hell are you!" came the voice. "We are just travellers" innocently replied Nikolai before throwing up on the teleporter. Takeo was looking for the voice when he saw it. He saw the Ballista's scope trained on his head but it was not a trained hand. The man wore glasses and had untidy black hair running down his face.
"The name's Marlton Johnson" "I've been here for 3 weeks and I've been holding out in this building" Takeo was suspicious of this Marlton. He knew Marlton was going to pull the trigger. The shaky hands and the sweat pouring down his forehead. He drew his rifle and Marlton pulled the trigger first. The bullet whizzed through the air and tore through Takeo's eye socket and he fell down to the ground limp. They all fell silent. "He was drawing on me" protested Marlton. No-one dared question him although he knew he was right.
"ROOOOAAAARRRR". The ground shivered with the stomp of heavy armoured boots. Zombies came from all directions.
"Quick!" shouted Marlton "Get inside!"