Hey, everyone :) Thank you all for your support on this story. I know I've lagged big time with the updates, and I'm sorry for making all of you wait. Here is the big finale on this story! I hope you enjoy it :) Next to update: Elysium.
Nobody noticed the pattern going on in the cinema. The zombies would come in, the five zombie killers would bring the zombies lives to an end and survive more and more waves, they'd take turns scavenging for food, sleep, and the madness would cycle on. Perhaps time just stood still, and everyone was use to the pattern to notice. Or they were all just sick of it all and didn't care enough to notice.
It didn't matter if there was a girl in the group, there was a drunk, there was an arrogant mind, or if someone didn't speak as much as the others. It was as if someone or something was controlling them into puppetry. No one was ever injured during the insignificant amount of waves that were unleashed. They would come close to it, but that was all.
It could also be the stress. Stress was getting to them all. The stress made them all snap, and they were stuck in this purgatory of zombie madness. What would end it all? A nuke dropped that bombed the whole world? The creators of the bomb would be destroyed as well, so there wouldn't be any use in that. Unless they made a safe haven so the nuke wouldn't affect them.
So many thoughts went through the doctors mind as he pondered the outcome of his zombie invasion.
He tapped a pen on his clipboard as he stared at his test subjects. He waited for the results of his own testing. Richtofen truly thought himself as a genius for creating such magnificant technology; to trap someone inside a dream and then controlling it. He did wonder if the others realized his absense, or if they just carried on just as they were. They didn't think much of it when he had Viridian trapped inside this endless dream.
Richtofen looked back at his notes. He was surprised Takeo had the will to break out of his machine. Takeo almost ruined his plans, but Richtofen just gave him a heavier dose of his medications to make sure he didn't wake up and escape.
He sighed and looked deeper into his notes. Using a special medication out of vodka did make Nikolai an alcoholic, and the only issue with this is to make his observations complete, he had to keep giving him vodka in his sleep. With Dempsey it only made him very aggressive.
Viridian was a different case. His previous subject committed suicide, so he only used her because she was next on his list. How she was similar to himself was completely coincidental, and he wanted to continue studying her mind until he unlocked how to control the voices in her mind. Richtofen bit his bottom lip and looked up from his clipboard to the sleeping people hooked up to one giant machine.
He and several other workers were working on producing more of these ingenious contraptions. Richtofen felt accomplished at creating such a device. You hook up a few wires and needles to a test subject and they go into a deep sleep that you can control. Richtofen chose his test subjects and wanted to know how they would react in a zombie invasion, since he was building one himself. Then he wondered how he would react in an invasion. He always imagined he'd be cool and relaxed about everything.
It's been a week since he checked out of the dream state. He had a supervisor keep track of when to wake him up. His supervisor hadn't come in yet, which was odd. No matter, there are other means of communication. Richtofen checked the clock. He left a note saying to wake him up at 1:15, approximately in four hours.
Richtofen hooked himself up to the machine and went to sleep.
The doctor came out of his room and just as he suspected, nobody noticed his absence. They were repairing the boards in the theater. There was further destruction done to the stage. His minions were doing well, but of course this was all controlled. He desperately wanted to know how his plan would turn out in action, in the real world. He took off his visor and wiped his forehead. When he looked up, he noticed Takeo staring at him.
Anozer dose, perhaps? he thought to himself. About two days pass while he's here dosed for three hours. So it'll be some time before he'll be awaken again. Richtofen made a mental note to himself to create a stronger dose of medication for Takeo.
Takeo became blurry to the doctor. He rubbed his eyes quickly and shook his head. Everything was blurry to him, and he didn't know why. He didn't take anything before he slept, and he ate too. What was going on? Everything began to swirl at once and it left Richtofen screaming bloody murder. Someone was interfering with his precious machine. Was it the supervisor? He'll kill him when he gets the chance. But, if he never did anything before, why now? None of it made sense. He went inside his flashbacks, and he was fighting in the war again. He was standing on bloody corpses at the concentration camps, then he was having dinner with Hitler. At the next blink he was brainwashing Dempsey, and then they were all back in that theater.
"So..." a gruff voice said. "This sick bastard use this machine to trap us?
A boot slammed hard on the super visor's head.
"He wanted to know how his plan of world domination would go! Please, stop hurting me!" the young super visor said.
"I am just more of an alcoholic, he he," another voice said.
"I found the notes Richtofen was keeping of us," another guy said. He shuddered, "I do not want to endure that hell again."
"I want to see," a girl said.
They all looked at the notes, not noticing that the supervisor ran off.
Everyone trapped in Richtofen's dream machine looked at his neat writing in pure loathing disgust. They thought about how they'd never be fixed of what the lunatic Nazi did to them. And what's worse is that they know there are real zombies being created right now.
When they were done looking over the doctor's notes, they looked back at him. Trapped in his own dream.
"If those doses he was giving us put us to sleep for a long while," the gruff voice said, "why don't we just give all of the doses to him? Let him dream forever."
It was agreed. Richtofen would forever be killing zombies for the rest of his life.
This is the end of the story! Keep in mind, this wasn't the original ending I had in mind for this story. I don't remember the ending I had in mind when I wanted this to be a RichtofenxOC fanfic, so I just decided at the last minute to make it a story on why he's killing zombies, and it's all in his head. I hope you all enjoyed this story as much as you say you do! And I hope the ending wasn't crap either . I'm not good at this kind of stuff.