A/N: I realized I made a huge mistake last chapter. Some of you might have noticed it too. When Maxis was talking about the C.E.D, I meant him to say Q.E.D, as in the Moon tactical grenade that would always give me a H115 Oscillator... not I.E.D, as in the explosive thingy. Huge mistake, and I went back to change it since it bugged me so much. Just a heads up. Anyways, here is chapter 4, where the plot is supposed to (slowly) take off. Another thing, please review. Criticize the story, I don't care I would like some constructive crticism. Don't like the story? Tell me! Like it, but want to see something? Tell me! Questions? Ask 'em! Anything that will support the development of this story! Thanks again, and have fun reading!
Marcus bolted up in a cold sweat. He wasn't where he remembered passing out. He was in a facility. In front of him was a large metallic door with an insignia on it. One he knew.
"Group 935." He muttered to himself. He jumped to his feet and looked around. To his left was a large capsule with a small window in the center. As he looked to his right, he saw a large sign, high on a brick wall above a metal catwalk. It read: Waffenfabrik Der Riese. "Der Riese... The Giant..." The flashback came back to him. Marcus quickly checked his pocket, and pulled out the C.E.D "Now I remember." He said. "The Continuum Entanglement Device, derived from the name of the Q.E.D..." Marcus pressed the 3 in, and the display lit up, showing him a few miles from Breslau. "If only I could remember how to use this correctly..." He then remembered Maxis. "Maxis... I know he meant something before I left... but what was it?" He slowly walked down the steps next to him. He then realised something. "How did I get here anyway?" As he resumed walking, he could have sworn he heard a child's laughter. The groans of zombies quickly surrounded the area after a short while. Marcus, in the meantime, was frantically searching for his pistol. "Damnit, its probably where I passed out!" He heared a groan behind him and whipped around. There, a zombie raised its claws, ready to strike. Marcus was already running. He ran past the large platform where he awoke, and stopped at a wall by a fence. He leaned on the wall with one hand to catch his breath. Marcus felt something push up against is hand, and backed up quickly. A weapon was on the wall, outlined by chalk. He cautiously reached out and took the gun. When he realised nothing was going to happen, he chambered a round, and took aim at the nearest zombie.
After a few days of staying in the same area, Marcus discovered a few things. One, was that there was some sort of currency system. After hours and hours of trying to open one of the two doors, he finally opened it after killing a few zombies. He didn't know alot-only that he got ten somethings whenever he shot a zombie. Zombies also "dropped" certain things that would assist him, like Max Ammos, and Carpenters. Something else was here too. Embrace the trinity, and true power will be yours. It was obviously linked to the capsule with "Pack-a-Punch in it. Also, there were people here recently. There were casings and ammo clips scattered about, barely scratched. Currently he was in what he knew was the center of the facility, and had turned on the power. There was also a mysterious crate near him, with two flashing question marks. "Jesus christ! It's probably been atleast a week, and all I have is this stupid rifle, those undead pieces of shit have gotten harder to put down, and I can't keep going back and getting ammo for this shit rifle!" Marcus stomped over to the crate. "And YOU! You just sit there with your flashy question marks, and do absolutely NOTHING!" Marcus kicked the box out of sheer anger, and it opened.
Weapons cycled as they rose, and landed on two CZ75s. Marcus stood dumbstruck. "It opened." He said. "It fucking opened." Groans of zombies filled the area once again. His rage still not gone, he continued to beat the zombies to death, first killing one with his bare hands, and continuing to beat the others with the first ones arm. As he beat the last zombie to death, he sighed in relief. His rage fit over, Marcus started to look around. "Soda machines?" He asked out loud. Walking over to the half green half white soda machine, he studied it up and down. Upon closer inspection, he noticed a small sticked above a slot. "Insert 3000 points here?" Marcus scratched his head. "Do I have that much? How do I even insert them?" Knowing this probably wouldn't work, Marcus hit the soda machine. To his disbelief, the machine dispensed a soda bottle, and played a little jingle. Marcus retrieved the bottle of green liquid. "Speed cola huh? Let's see if it really speeds up my life." He popped the cap off, and slowly raised the bottle to his lips. Bringing it back down, he said "This might kill me..." Eyeing the bottle suspiciously, he sighed. "Fuck it." He quickly took a large sip. After a moment, his eyes widened. The bottle fell from his hand as the liquid went down his throat, and he tasted it. "Spicy! Slimy! HOT! HOT!" Marcus continued to run around, until he came across another soda machine. This one was skinnier, and had a red and white color scheme. "Still Spicy!" He hit the soda machine, praying he had enough points. To his relief, a bottle with red liquid was dispensed. Quickly, he popped off the cap. "Come on, Juggernog!" Downing the drink quickly, he sighed with relief. "Ahh... nice and cool..." He contiued down the hallway, where a raised bridge stopped him. "Guess I'm not going over there until I figure out how to lower this thing." He said.
Jumping down from the ledge to his left, he continued over to the crate he now dubbed the "Mystery Box". "Now, let's see if I can remember to grab what I get this time. Kicking the box, he watched as it cycled through weapons. Slowing down, it landed on a strange looking gun. "A toy?! Really?!" Marcus went to grab the "weapon", but it switched to a M1 Garand at the last second. "Good. I actually got a real gun. Fucking toy." He grabbed the M1 Garand and chambered a round. "This should keep me up for awhile, if I get a Max Ammo." The groans of zombies once again filled the area. "Here we go!" At first, few zombies were stumbling into the courtyard, but as soon as it seemed over a massive horde of zombies came sprinting through the doorways. "Shit! There are so many! I have atleast 1400 points... lets hope I can open this door!" Marcus turned and ran, shooting towards the zombies in the short time it took him to reach the door. He prayed silently, and touched the door. It slid open with a loud buzz. "Thank God!" he said.
He ran into the building, quickly glancing around. He noticed the strange machine in the back of the room before noticing the stairs to his left. He ran up the stairs and to the end of the catwalk. Turning around, he crouched, prepared for the horde. He looked towards the bottom of the stairs and saw them quickly approaching. priming a few grenades, ha tossed them to the top of the stairs, and they exploded. Zombie gibs flew everywhere, and amidst the smoke, he saw many still coming for him. He continuously shot is M1 Garand until his clip was empty. "Shit! They're still coming!" The effects of Speed Cola then took hold. Marcus looked on in disbelief as his hands automatically and quickly reloaded his rifle. Grinning, he continued to fire. "SPEED COLA!" he yelled as he continuously emptied and reloaded the 8 bullet clips. Finally, the zombie onslaught came to a standstill. "Now... lets see about this machine." Marcus walked down the stairs toward the bell-shaped machine. "Nazi tech." he noted, seeing the swastika on the front. Stepping into the machine, he noticed one, big red button on the side. "It's never good to press the red button. When the red button is pressed, bad things happen." Marcus walked out of the machine. After a few moments he ran back and hit the button.
"POWER DEPLETED RESTORE POWER TO MAINFRAME." Marcus thought for a second.
"How would I find a power switch in a facility this big?" Walking out of the hanger, he saw the large switch in front of him. He slapped himself on the face. "There, maybe?" He walked toward the power switch, anticipating what was to come.