ZombieOfTheDead

I realised that as soon as I posted it But seriously, would Area 51 still be red? That is no graphical glitch.

How does it ruin lives? It's very sad if a fake screenshot of a video game ruins someone's life. I made some fake screenshots before Black Ops came out and it actually helped people. *Cough* Henry Langham *Cough*

This be a double post... But there are issues, I mean, why does Area 51 look red then?

Ya... Area 51 wouldn't even exist if this took place in that period. Either that, or that is what killed the dinosaurs. I would seriously doubt it, though.

Actually, Kino der Toten is "Cinema of the Dead" or "Movie theater of the Dead." Theater Der Toten would be Theater of the Dead. And Verruckt can be Crazy, insane, or asylum. I don't know if it's context, or whatever, but this just shows my German basics.

Chapter 1: The Asylum So many arms, he thought. How am I supposed to… run away? He knew the answer. There was no running away. As the first of the undeath reached him, and bit into him, he screamed. Next to him, John Banana stirred from the motion that Sanders had made when waking up. “What’s goin on? We there?” John sat up, and looked around at the area. “Guess they deserve the rest. Under normal circumstances I’d probably accuse them of being lazy bastards, but after going through all that…,” John paused and looked down. He closed his eyes, and a tear fell from them. Sanders nodded, and looked towards the sky. “What time would you reckon this is?” he asked John. “Fine… five more fuckin minutes,” Sanders said, groaning in pain as he stood up. “Thanks for being a jerk, Dempsey!” Dempsey just kept on snoring. They said nothing as they rode into the city. The Asylum was on the other side of the city, near where the Russians first invaded. It would take awhile to reach. At the entrance, they ditched their truck, figuring it would bring up too much attention. The only weapons they had were an empty Browning M1919, a BAR with only one clip remaining, an empty Trench Gun, and four colt 45 M1911s, which they had resupplied when they went back to their crashed plane. The forest behind the asylum was on fire. There had not been fighting in the city for months. What could have happened? They approached the area, and entered the courtyard. The area within was in worse shape. Part of the roof was burning, and the building had clear damage. But worse… there were mounds. Sanders heart sank. Graves, he thought. John dropped his browning, and pointed shakingly towards one of the windows. Boarded up. Just like the bunker. The marines looked around, and saw a pattern. Boarded up windows, sandbags, blood spots. Something had attacked this place. Each and every one of them knew. “Okay, marines. We need to do this quickly…,” Dempsey began, as the heard a scream into the distance. They looked outside. “Interesting… Quick Revive soda. Weird name for pop, right Smokey?” John said, inspecting it. Then it’s lights turned off, and turned around, looking to see a grime covered door that wasn’t there a moment ago. “Shit…,” Sander said, now aware of the situation. “The power’s out.” ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ First chapter! Never was quite sure how I would start this, until NOW. Will they find Peter? Will they get to the power? Will they have epic party fun time with some good ole' fashioned cola? Find out next time in A Place of Madness! Feedback appreciated :D

I be glad that everyone's liking my story. One day, I'll edit these so that the format is better and such. Does that require it to be approved again, by the way? Thank you very much, my good sir. Which song might that be? The songs in my story directly referred to are Reznov (from the WaW soundtrack) in chapter 6, and undone in the last one. Also, thanks much Glad you liked it! I think I got the idea of ending it like that from one of Faust's stories, but I ended it slightly differently.

I don't want to be mean, but.. it's kinda hard to read. Not in a tl;dr way, but just.. the format's kinda bad. I mean, you're on your iPad, but still. Same with the grammar and punctuation. Wait a second... is this your idea for zombie campaign? .... Well I've already said how I don't like that idea in the other thread, so I won't say anything else about that.

Have you checked the section marked "Future Zombies?"

Nay for T-gun, too hard to get. If you can, get it. But honestly, I definitely thought Numbers was easier than, say, Executive order, the hue city one, and I think rebirth island. It really wasn't THAT bad.

First off, if you have not yet, read my other story first. _____________________________________________________________ A Place of Madness Prologue They outnumber us Unquenchable hunger, never ending Only the insane would stand against them Then again, maybe we’re just afraid To die ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ On route to Berlin September, 1945 Marine recon unit Mission: Rescue undercover agent As they drove along the road, they were quiet. Two were in the back of their truck, sleeping off the nightmares they had all faced the previous night. Sergeant David Sanders and Private John “Banana” had just had it. As soon as they left “the Bunker,” they passed out. The other two couldn’t blame them after everything they had faced. For one, he, as well as Smokey, had not slept all night, and he was getting a bit cranky. What was worse is that the marines lost their medic, who had chosen to stay behind, so that they could continue their mission while he distracted the monsters they had fought. Dempsey cared about his comrades, even if he didn’t show it. He’d rather get killed than watch them die, but in this case he had no choice. This reason alone was why Peter had to be rescued. He carried too much information to be lost. Dempsey sighed at recalling this information. He pulled over to the side of the street. “Thank god. Okay, we’ll rest for, say, six hours?” Smokey said, throwing his cigar out the window. Dempsey nodded. He took his helmet off, and rolled to the side, as did Smokey. The horrors, however, would never end. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Prologue to my next story! Mostly just review of what happened before, but I needed a place to start. New "full" chapter up tomorrow, I think. It's friday, after all. Oh, and I FINALLY figured out how to indent. The format should start looking ALOT better now. I guess you can't quite review or anything about this story yet... but if you want, leave a comment anyways!

Yes. Just yes to all of these. Exactly what I was thinking Though I could add, a big city street, like Chicago or New York, would be pretty cool. Same with a hospital ;)

Oh, I see. That sounds pretty cool. But if they do put that in the campaign, I really hope we do fight them at one point. Just for fun, you know?

No game enders. You said there were game enders. That's the primary thing here. If I did the EE, I would end the game, would I not? I like just getting a reward at the end and just continuing. Cutscenes just wouldn't work if it was real-time. One last thing: What if some random just did all of the EE by himself, and clicked the button to end it? It's just another way to troll. Also, I've actually been as polite here as possible... You're taking this a little... too far? Even if you never see this, I'm still gonna post this. And 50 zombie maps would be WAY too much, anyways.

I'll be honest, I'm fairly certain most of us don't want a zombie campaign, BUT if there was a small section in the campaign where we fought zombies, I think that would be pretty sick. I just don't want the zombie story progressing in a campaign fashion, wouldn't be as fun as it is now.

I agree with WWII levels for sure. But, um, the original character's shouldn't be there. I think it would make more sense to have those as backstory type maps. WWI map I don't think would work, due to the lack of good guns back then. Other than that, all the map ideas sound great! And I've never liked the idea of zombies ending midway through the level, personally. What do you mean, no melee weapons? That WOULD be awesome.

Eh... I actually like bigger maps more. More interesting that way.

I want to have the story in the survival mode, and no game enders. Therefore, your idea makes this impossible. Besides, it's really not a "campaign" if it's the same gameplay as zombies, except with a game ender basically.

Oh man, I hated that mission. Just keep flash banging, throwing grenades, and running through to other areas quickly. ALso, you think MW2's campaign is hard? Try WaW. Single hardest FPS campaign ever made.

"Mmmm, this a tastes a little like sushi!" - Takeo, Shi no numa "Pack a punch. Oh my god, I think it makes vodka!" - Nikolai, Der Riese "Eny meany miny moe, I will shoot you in the toe. UND THE FACE" - Richtofen, Ascension

Actually, really only Coming Home is bad. Paredolia... not so much. I don't know, it really didn't have a whole lot of metal, and sounded pretty good to me. I really did like the normal singing in Coming Home, though.

I don't want too much, but I don't want too little. Maybe a little more than they usually give us in map packs would be nice.

And now, to commemorate my Birthday, I bring you the end to the Night of the Undead! Chapter 8: Undone They all stared at their medic, quiet, in huge disbelief of what he had just said. Chuck’s head was down. Clearly, he was holding back tears. He wasn’t ready to die. “It… it doesn’t matter anymore, I’m done,” he forced out. “I’m… DEAD,” he finished, falling to his knees. He stopped holding the tears back, and cried. No one… deserves this, thought Sanders, Least of all Chuck. He was with us every step if the way. “You aren’t dead yet, my friend,” Tank said to Chuck, compassionate as he could be. “You’re still one of my men, one way or the other. I can’t in good conscious just leave you here to die.” Sanders, John, and Smokey, though not saying it, entirely agreed. It wasn’t so simple leaving a friend behind, even if he truly is doomed to die. “No… no…,” Chuck began, wiping away his tears and getting his act together. “You can’t take me. You guys… you’re my best friends. If it wasn’t for you guys, I’d be dead. I owe you guys time. All the time I have left.” John clenched his fists. As much as he hated to admit it, time was what they needed to get out of the bunker. The only thing that stopped them from leaving was fear. Now, the only thing preventing them from leaving was the undead. There were now too many to face. “Chuck…,” John began slowly. “It’s been an honor serving with you.” He gave him a salute. The other marines stared at him questioningly. “Normally I would never agree with this, but with what little time he has, and what little time we could have to get into the truck, a distraction might be our only way,” Chuck explained. Despite the fact that Dempsey hated the idea, he agreed, because it was their only hope. “All right. I’d hate to ever leave a man behind. We have few options, and if Chuck truly wants to stay here…” “I don’t, but I know I must if you are to survive” “…then his wish will be kept. It was truly an honor, soldier.” Dempsey raised his arm into a salute, as the others followed. “Chuck… you truly are a brave marine. We won’t forget you. The country won’t forget you. I’ll make sure of it.” Chuck smiled, but sadly. A tear slid down his face. He wasn’t ready to die, but he was glad to help his friends. “Hey, Chuck!” John said loudly. “If you’re going to fight them on your own… you’ll need some help with that.” John handed to Chuck the Ray Gun that had initially been Smokey’s. “You may die anyways… but hey, you can’t let those maggots get the best of ya!” John added. He held out his hand. Chuck shook it, as a sign of long friendship. “Gonna miss ya, buddy. Oh, and Smokey will, too! If he didn’t, you wouldn’t have that.” Smokey nodded, and waved. He was still a little weak from the Ray Gun blast. “You might need this,” David added. He gave to him his MG42. “Got a few clips left. Figure you can’t rely on that Spaceman gun all the time.” “Aint that the truth!” Smokey added. The rest of them just laughed. “Okay, seriously you all, you need to leave. There’s no telling when they…,” Began Chuck. On cue, the moaning and screaming began. Louder than drums, it became increasingly louder. “RUN!” Chuck shouted to the others. They broke down the sandbags and boards from the window near the help room, and bolted. Chuck ran upstairs to defend and goad the zombies toward him. “IS ANYBODY HUNGRY?” he shouted. Some of them heard the yelling, and turned towards him instead. He smiled. Unfortunately for the others, four of the five trucks had been destroyed. One remained, ironically the furthest from the Bunker. Only Dempsey had a loaded weapon, and fought some as they ran. A bullet to the brain whenever one crossed their path. They made it. Eagerly, Smokey got in the left seat, and discovered that European cars have the steering wheel on the other side. “Damn,” he whispered. John went through to the driver’s side, remembering the fact. “Okay. Keys, keys, keys?” he said vigorously. John and Smokey searched the place while the others fought. Sanders was unarmed. Dempsey threw him his trench gun, which had no ammo at all to begin with. Fabulous, Dempsey. It’s just about as useful as a hunk of metal. He held it by the barrel. The first zombie that came he smacked in the head, breaking the brain. Dempsey was on the back part of the truck, holding up his BAR. Ah, shit, only two clips left? He reloaded, and shot a zombie square in the face. The bullet went through, and killed a second behind the first. Gonna have to use precision… he thought. “Keys, keys, keys. Where are the damn keys?” John wondered. “We’ve looked everywhere! Where could they…”he stopped. He smacked himself in the face. “Can it get more obvious that than?” he said to Smokey. The keys were already in. “Damn,” John finished. He turned the keys, and the engine started. Dempsey shot again, precise as he could. He took out as many as he could with one shot. Even then, his ammo was minimal. No… one clip left. 1000 zombies? God, we are screwed. Just then, he heard a yell of relief, and the sound of an engine. “We found it!” John yelled excitedly. “Hop on back!” he yelled to Sanders and Dempsey. Sanders got on, but Dempsey waited a second. “Hold it, I know the directions, you don’t know shit. I’m driving,” Dempsey asserted. John sighed. He got out of the car, and hopped on back, Dempsey got in and slammed the door. “It’s go time,” he finished. They sped away, heading toward their original objective. Chuck watched as his friends sped away. He was sad, but at the same time filled with joy that he helped his friends survive. He turned away from the balcony, and rained hell on the undead. Most had come to him, and he only had a clip of the MG42 left. Aiming towards the head, he sprayed lead while moving back towards the door. The dent in zombies replenished as soon as it was taken down. Arms held up, they ran towards him, ignoring previous injuries. As the last bullet pierced their heads, he threw the MG at the horde, and pulled out his Ray Gun. He shot, barely noticing the recoil. It took out chucks of the horde. He threw off his helmet, and continued, blowing apart zombies bit by bit with green flashes of doom. He felt on his shoulder a tugging feeling, and looked back. The zombie there then bit into his neck. Chuck screamed, but batted it off, and finished it. Blood was pouring down his neck. “Fuck, now I’m dying even faster!” he shouted. Pulling up his Ray Gun, he continued. He shot at the horde, and ran back downstairs into the help room. He blasted up the stairs. The waves were endless. Music. He heard music. Music of… a last stand. He felt undone. With the last bullet of his Ray Gun, he blasted. This time he heard another noise, more like sparkling, and a greenish glow coming from the zombie he killed last. He dropped the ray gun, and ran towards the light. With the oncoming zombies, he rushed through the horde, getting torn up bit by bit. It was only a bit further. Chuck reached out, and touched the light. Kaboom The sound echoed. A mushroom cloud rose out of the place where the light had been. The zombies were dead. Finished. The night returned to its stillness. Chuck was weak. He was getting weaker by the moment. He crawled towards the dropped M1911. He inched and pulled the weapon to himself. “So…,” he began. “It truly does end with a bang. I hope I helped you… My friends.” He brought the pistol up to his head, and fired. The silence of the night continued on, and the plague was finished. So that ends it! Figured I'd get this done for my birthday. Can't say Chuck's final battle was the best writing, but it will do. Total pages (on word): 24 Total words: 9,526 I think I'll finish off the marine's story before going to Takeo, so Verruckt is next! Wait for it in the coming days/ at most week. Ah, well that was fun. Continue commenting on this if you like it. Thanks for all the feedback and everything! Glad you guys enjoyed it.

If it was a huge map, and was part of a separate story (or backstory), I'd be up for it as a test. Otherwise, keep as 4

The point is that is has an end. I'm not trying to anger you. Sorry about that since I can see that I did. I just personally feel that it wouldn't be exactly the same...