MyLittleHellhound

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"Line! Form a line you maggots!" the officer cried, shoving the troops into a ragged line. The weary young men forced to fight lined up grudgingly. Some had volunteered, whilst others had been forced. Either way, they were all stuck out in the muddy rain of the Somme fighting the French and British while their officers lounged in classy rooftop clubs. And all for what? Honor? Most German soldiers knew by now, that was a crock of shit. The soldiers adjusted their helmets on top of their dirty hair, staying below the trench line. Any moment now, an artillery barrage would come in and blast the already cratered ground. Barrage, attack, die. Repeat. The shells never came though. Men cringed, waiting for the deadly whistling, then straightened as they realized . . . it would have been raining shrapnel by now. Muttering 17 year old boys peeked their heads over the trench, looking for a moving shape in the No Man's Land. The fog was thick, so thick they couldn't see the other trench line. Suddenly, there was movement. "Sie kommen! Bereit Ihre Gewehre!" the commander shouted. The troops shivered as their cold hands checked cartridges and fixed bayonets. This was it, the moment. Down the line, thousands of troops readied their rifles and poked them over the ridge. There were many more of the shapes now, a terrible amount of them. "Feuer!" the officer shouted. Huge artillery behind the lines boomed, rocking back on wheels in the mud as the shells sailed towards the Allied trench line. They shrieked and exploded, blowing plumes of dirt into the sky along with body parts and equipment. Ammunition went off like firecrackers, a crack crack crack crack that punctuated the light patter of rain. The Germans cheered, aiming down their sights as the shapes came closer and closer. Strange, they weren't carrying any rifles? The machine guns opened up, a heavy thud which raked the figures. They twitched and tumbled, limbs torn away into the mist. But that was the only sound. No screaming, yelling, whistling. No blood. The Germans, despite this strange phenomenon, fired anyway. POW POW POW POW The rifles cracked and smoke rose into the sky as the infantry fired, again and again at the now evident humans. Or were they? Again, some figures fell and again, some kept on coming. The officers were starting to panic now. The machine guns were still firing away, the heavy thud thud thud thud thud thud mowing down dozens, hundreds of them. And then it broke. A grizzled soldier with a bandage covering his forhead yelled. "Sie wissen nicht bluten! Wir können nicht töten!" The rest of the soldiers panicked, burning through their cartridges faster than ever. Artillery pounded the ground in front to a muddy pulp, and the figures with it. Arms landed in the trenches, legs soared in the sky, and heads rolled in the mud. Yet the figures still came. "Untoten! Untoten!" the soldiers cried, throwing away their guns. The officers growled adn shot the men, causing the rest to fear even more. They broke, climbing over each other to get out, get out of this hell hole, and out of the war. The officers yelled, and finally the figures emerged within sight of the trenches. Their shambling bodies were covered in tattered British and French gear, but their eyes . . . their eyes were a bright yellow. The commanders gulped and fired their pistols at the ever nearer creatures. Rounds punched through flesh, but it didn't make a difference. Soon, zombies were crawling into the trenches, surrounding the men who hadn't managed to get out. Some shot themselves, others huddled amongst their dead comrades. The zombies didn't care. They feasted upon the flesh of the Germans, ripping through poor and sodden equipment to get at their hearts beneath. Blood stained the water red, and bones stuck out of the mud like grotesque markers. One of the German soldiers tried to climb out, but it was too slippery. His comrade grabbed his hand as the zombie behind him ripped off his leg with a crunch. The man screamed and let go, falling back into the trench as dozens fell upon his vulnerable body. In mere seconds, the entire German line had fallen back, leaving behind hundreds of dead. The ragged German forces stumbled through the mud, blasted trees, and rain, just trying to get away from the creatures. Many killed themselves after getting away, while others sank into the mud and disappeared forever. The panicking forces managed to get through to the next trench, the people who hadn't seen what the commotion was all about. Millions of them crawled out of their trenches, knowing that guns wouldn't stop the beasts. What could? Artillery didn't even affect them. The desperate army did the only thing they could, fix bayonets. Millions charged and collided with the undead. Screams echoed in the air as Germans were brought down. Zombies shrieked as bayonets punctured their brains and dropped them. It was a bloodbath in seconds. Men lay dying on the ground, missing body parts. Zombies crumpled in the mud, bayonets sticking through their heads and chests. Yet the undead still came. The stream was now a river as the Germans spilled blood, like a beacon for flesh-eating creatures. They had no limits. No matter how many necks they bit, no matter how many limbs they consumed, they would never stop. At any cost. Already, the millions of Germans were numbered to the thousands. German Command was panicking. Soon, the beasts would reach Berlin, and the war and their lives would be over. They ordered millions of explosives to be dropped, shelled, and otherwise detonated on the approaching wave of undead. Thousands of artillery formed a wall and fired shell upon shell for 5 days straight, never stopping. The zombies were obliterated, punctured, and wiped from existence as the artillery pounded them again and again. The last shell fired, a booming explosion that perhaps would signal the end of the zombie epidemic approaching Germany. Recon planes flew overhead, unable to see because of all the smoke. But nothing could survive that. Nothing in the world at the time would be able to withstand a direct artillery shelling for 5 days straight. Finally, the smoke cleared. German Command crossed their fingers. They had virtually no troops left, and no ammunition for the artillery or the troops that remained to defend the country. To their horror, millions of zombies shambled across the fields that was Saschen Anhalt. They crawled and dragged themselves along the ground, overcoming every obstacle. The artillery had in fact decimated many, but the dead troops were now reanimating as well into fresh reinforcements for the horde. It was all over. Hours later, the first zombies stumbled into Berlin, consuming and overtaking the screaming, and utterly futile resistance of the German army and the world . . .

An interesting connection you have here, great job. I guess we can only speculate that he is until we find more solid evidence or confirmation from Treyarch in some way, but [brains] for you :)

An interesting connection you have here, great job. I guess we can only speculate that he is until we find more solid evidence or confirmation from Treyarch in some way, but [brains] for you :)

Welcome to the site! If you have any questions, just ask. Happy Slayin' ;)

I agree with you on definitely the-, well actually everything There should be things like when you open a door the dead man leaning against it slouched forwards in your screen :shock: Or something like that. Also, for maps with crawlers, I'd love to hear hissing and claws-on-metal sounds when your below or above a grate or something. Oh, and the straightjacket zombie was in Dead Island, a total beast. :lol:

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Maybe if instead of radios they had something like "teasers" where they show really quick snapshots of what happened, that'd be good.

Logged on, three random kids (I think they were all in one party) they started to just scream in their mics and run around wasting all their ammo, screaming "ZOMBIES OMG ZOMBIES!". I think they were genuinely scared. I managed to carry them (on Der Riese) to about 15, I was doing really well since I got all the points, then one of the kids moms comes on and he starts whining really bad and stuff then he quits and then everyone else is like "OMG WERE SCREWED" and quits, if at least one person stayed I could have topped my Der Riese round easily. :facepalm:

Welcome to the site Voltage! What is your current status as a zombie player and what is your resistance to the new Black Ops 2 stuff? Don't answer that, it's an electricity thing hahahaha.

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welcome to the site! Your rounds are better than mine, maybe we shouldmplay sometime? MyLiLHellhound is my GT Have an awesome time on the site!

I agree, we don't know who will be in it for sure until either very close or when Black Ops 2 is released.

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I see what you mean Flareon, thank you for commenting and posting some constructive criticism. If you want the truth, I wrote this on the spot and by impulse, I did not plan anything out. I don't think I even thought about the character, as he is writing on his laptop/recording it in audio files or something. Ha, I have no idea. But thanks for the advice and I will take it to heart! Note to self: More inner character conflicts and self-reflection

Awesome! Introductions are good for getting your name around! ;)

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Welcome to the site! I don't believe I've seen you around, so I guess this is good :D

Welcometo the site! :)

Welcome to the site' Nicw avatar haha although I prefer Orientals....

Welcome to the site Franko! CoDZ suits ANY zombie slayer whether it be theories or gameplay or both! 즐거운 시간 되십시오! jeulgeoun sigan doesibsio! Have a fun time!

Welcome to the site Abril! If you have any questions just ask right here and someone will answer! Tell me Abril, the chain of events that led to World War 1 (provided you study that) and be sure to include Franz Ferdinand, the Archduke and heir to the Austia-Hungarian Empire! You don't need to answer that Happy Slayin'