ZombieOfTheDead

Fair enough... It would be kinda hard to do moon on the iOS. This is OT, but wat? Tak looks cooler with his hat on IMO.

They could just take off the hat... You see, Takeo's ascension skin and moon skin are the exact same, just moon doesn't have the hat. I'm fairly certain that hats are not apart of character model.

I sucked almost as much, dude. I never suck that badly, either. Well, theres always next time.

I meant like the actual zombies there dude. BTW, how do we know steiner is involved in 935 again? I totally forgot.

Ill be there and invite you in uno momento

Oh, its open, wasn't sure. I joined, but left like a second later cause no one was there, and I thought you canceled. I'll brt.

Well... you do have a point, but baikonur is large, so it could easily be a different one. Most likely is.

Kay, I'm with jolteon then, even though he's in England and I'm in Chicago ;)

They did that in verruckt. I mean, the random lumps in the ground were most likely graves But to the OP, L4D campaign=game ruined. Just IMO.

I will, bro. We just need a few more.

Chapter 6: In der Stille der Nacht The night seemed to never end. Still, the moon seemed to take up half of the horizon. It couldn’t have been much more than midnight, from the look of it, but from all that had happened it seemed like much more time had passed, at least to Sanders. The silence of the night had still not broken, but from the chill, eerie wind. As of yet, Sanders saw nothing on the horizon, but trees, and even another truck in the distance. He took that into account for when the marines intended to leave. Something bugged him though. He felt as if this was going to be it, their last stand. Something just didn’t feel quite right. Shadows began to appear out of the mist, limping dazedly toward the bunker. Slight moans and groans began as the roamed closer. Now, there were many of them, and David finally noticed. “CONTACT!” he shouted to the group below. Dempsey fired his Trench gun, and away the limbs blew. The body of the Nazi was already disfigured enough, but now even more so. “Got one!” Dempsey shouted as more came near. On the other side of the second floor, Smokey saw more coming from near the plane. He used his first Ray Gun blast, which not only killed the zombie instantly, but knocked Smokey himself back a little. “Got a lot of recoil, this does,” Smokey added in. He aimed at another, and shot. It even caused the zombie’s flesh to burn! What does this thing have in it, some kind of radiation? With his MG42, Sanders set its bipod down on the railing, and began to lay waste, one by one popping their heads. The MG42 is well known as the fastest shooting gun there is, and it wouldn’t let up, until of course the ammo was up. Sure enough, it was empty. David reached into his ammo bag, and pulled out another ammo box. In the few seconds that he stopped laying waste, he began hearing… music? The fuck is going on, where is that coming from, he thought. The music sounded… hopeless, and yet intense. He shook his head, and got back into focus. He reloaded. Back on the first floor, Dempsey was having no trouble. Near the jail-like window, a Nazi had gotten in. Dempsey just wacked the zombies head off, like a baseball, with the butt of his trench gun. “WHOOO! Just like High School!” he shouted. He turned left, and shot another zombie straight in the gut, and taking off another ones arm. John Banana finished it with a stab in the head. As he did that, several more zombies came out of the windows behind him, forming a horde. “Jeese, they’re all over the place!” John shouted as the incoming undead got closer. He brought up his Browning as best he could, given the weight, and fired into the crowd. Dempsey switched to his BAR, and fired as well into the wall of zombies. They backed away, back towards the staircase, slowly. Smokey fired a Ray Gun shot. He couldn’t believe it, but the undead were in at his window. There were just too many. At least ten piled at his window, trying to pull the boards away. He ran to the front entrances balcony, where David and Chuck were holding. Chuck turned from the window he was protecting, only to see Smokey running from a hoard of zombies. As Smokey ran into the room, Chuck brought up his magnum, and fired at the horde. The recoil was hefty, and Chuck stumbled, but when he looked up there were three less zombies, and more that had tripped. Smokey turned around and fired his Ray Gun into the remaining few. Smokey nodded his head toward Chuck, and then went to the staircase. “Hey, y’all need help down there?” he called to the marines downstairs. He didn’t wait for a response. he went down and fired a few rounds of the ray gun into the crowd, where Dempsey and John were getting swarmed. “Hey, uh, Sanders. We need a hand down here. A big, fiery hand,” Smokey said, realizing the flames might finish them. David nodded. He took the bipod down, then ran to the staircase. He shot into the crowd with his MG, with little effect. Tank and John were just barely holding them off. He set the MG down, and went back upstairs for his surprise. The situation was bad. Dempsey only had a few clips, and John had a slow reload time. John’s heart sank. He wasn’t ready to die, especially to atrocities with glowing orange eyes, and decayed faces. He feared the worst, and closed his eyes as the last of his ammo depleted. Heat like no other. That’s what he felt next. Is this really what death is like? he thought to himself. Am I in… hell? John opened his eyes, to see the dead damned to hell themselves. Sergeant Sanders had done it. As the flames of the last Nazi died down, John knew that he had more respect for his friend. But the dead were not over. The shouts got louder and louder. David had no choice. He unstrapped his flamethrower, and sprinted faster than he has before, in order to get his MG42. John had dropped his Browning in favor of his double barrel, despite its even worse reload speed. Smokey ran off into the help room, and retrieved the Panzerschrek there. From behind the door, one of the Nazis jumped out. Frightened, Smokey panicked, and shot, which did more harm than good. “Aw shit… I think I’m starting to feel that radiation. Better not get so close next time,” he groaned. He wobbled a little further in. From behind, a zombie had hit him, and another from the front. Smokey fell on his back. The Nazi’s began ripping at him, attempting to bite. “OH HELL NO!” he shouted, and put the ray gun into ones mouth, imploding the brain. He turned and shot to the next one square in the chest, blasting himself as well. He had very little strength left. “Hehe… that’s right. No one messes with…. with…” he stuttered, barely strong enough to form words. Exhausted, he passed out, with three close range Ray Gun blasts and two zombie hits, it wasn’t surprising. As Sanders reached his MG, Dempsey had taken over as overhead watcher. He gestured Sanders and Chuck to go downstairs. They nodded, and strode down. As they ran down, John was covering the stairs, but had not seen the undead at his flank. David raised his MG, shouting, “behind ya! Take cover!” John turned swiftly, and shot the zombie straight through the skull. David took care of the rest. “We’ve got your back,” Sanders finished. John smiled. The screams and moans became louder, from all directions. Sanders was now very afraid. “Back to back!” he shouted. The dead burst in, from all sides. There were hundreds all around. Gathering up his courage, he pulled up his Magnum and shot every shot with as much strength as he had. Scowling, the other two pulled up their weapons, and fought as hard as they could. All they could hope for was a quick death. Every reload was agonizing, terrifying. With courage, they held off many. Unfortunately, it was not enough. With the last of the ammo gone, John made a move to the help room. He bolted in, trying to remember where Smokey put the panzerschrek. “Dammit, he said he was going to get it! Where is…” He noticed his friend lying on the ground, next to the corpses of the damned. “No…. No… My… my best friend. NO!” Seething with anger, he remembered in those seconds where Smokey had put the panzerschrek. From behind the box, he picked up the rocket launcher. He heard music, hopeless music. With anger, he ran to the help room’s entrance. He couldn’t see the other two, and assumed the worst. “You fuckers… YOU BRAIN DEAD BASTARDS ARE GOIN STRAIGHT TO HELL!” he yelled at the zombie horde. With one last look at his friend’s body, he turned, and brought the Panzerschrek up. “Well then, my friend. This is for you, the end of us all. For you. For Sanders. For Chuck,” He paused for a moment, gathering his breath. “Let’s push the bastards back!” The weapon fired, obliterating all that remained of the undead. John dropped the Rocket launcher, and dropped to his knees. He cried, more than he ever had in his entire life. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ So, I feel like my writing is getting a bit sloppy, but I digress. This is the epic chapter of this story. I estimate one or two more chapters for NDU, then I move to Takeo, then Verruckt. Also, I'd seriously like a few more comments. I know they take forever to get in, but I really appreciate them. Finally, I'd like to know if I should post more like the Nikolai story in future ones, revealing bits of backstory. I didn't do that this time, because I figured I should just focus on getting the chapter in. Also, hope this color is a bit easier, undead. I figured it might also be the big chunks of paragraphs, so I spread them apart a little.

Not quite what I meant. I kinda meant like how Nova gas was sorta secretive, they could just go into like a... zombie testing lab? I don't know. I wouldn't want it to get into the main story, for the reasons I posted in my original post.

Okay, I just had a crazy idea. There's nova gas in BO, right? So what if the next crazy experiment gone wrong for campaign was zombies? I mean, it wouldn't related too much to the zombie story (except maybe a few EEs), but I thought it might be cool. I guess the objective would be to survive for x minutes or whatever. I want to see zombies in campaign, but not be the main focus. That would kind of ruin the way it works currently, not to mention it would be like L4D, which I personally hate.

It's good, dude. I take it this will be Dempsey's backstory of sorts? I say you should continue it. Also, it kinda seemed like a movie in the beginning. I like your overall format. This will be a good story, I can tell.

No 4 player one, but it needs to be harder. Music and smaller EEs are necessary, especially radios.

As long as my dad doesn't get on, I should be alright for this. He plays way too much CoD....

Lol, practically all of the employees at the pentagon must have been infected, because there is literally no one but our political figures there, so how did they manage to hire god knows how many employees in a matter of 3ish days. Well, you have a point there. But still, there's got to be a large number of zombies anyways.

I only want the WaW ray gun back. Sure, the splash could kill you in a hit or 2 if too close, BUT it seemed much more powerful than it is now.

First off, the intel says the standoff happened AFTER the massacre. Still, the Outbreak probably occurred sometime around then. Second, with five, I still have to just wonder how they managed to replenish employees so fast.

Yeah I agreed with that every step of the way, don't get me wrong. It only makes sense.

Oh man I am sooo stupid, sorry about that. Okay, you win. But I still think that the massacre, the standoff, and the outbreak occur roughly around the same time.

Word for word? Didn't see that in there. If I'm wrong, then I'm wrong.

It says nothing about armies participating in a massacre. All it says is that there was a standoff between Russians and Americans AFTER the massacre. Although I don't think it is exactly wise to not change a theory simply because it is inconvenient in spite of its likelihood. I'm not saying anything additional to what I've stated except that I think your reason that it'd make your story irrelevant is, well, a poor reason. Okay, that is NOT the reason I'm backing my theory, it's more of why I'd be pissed that my theory was wrong. I'm backing my theory because I believe in it, because it makes sense to me. I just want to add this, maybe we should get the exact intel, because if we have that we can better debate.

That is all in the intel. Wait wait wait, wouldn't that put him on the Russian side? I thought you meant Survivors of the outbreak aspect.

@MurderMachine .... Okay, that's not what I got out of the campaign intel. I just got that there was a standoff between Russian and American forces, and the Russians participated in the massacre. None of that other stuff is even mentioned. Hell, where'd you even get the survivors from? and @Tac, good point with the electrical properties. I guess the gloomy feeling is kind of there, but hey it could go either way. Ima stick with mine, because if I didn't my zombie story would already be irrelevant