bad karma

Part 1: Michael sat on the roof, looking at the landscape below. Being from northern Texas, he was unused to the sight that met his eyes: a barren, sandy terrain that had nary a speck of life on it. The only sign of human life was the lab that his brother had gotten a job at. You couldn’t miss it. It was like an enormous eyesore on this already disgusting landscape. And even if you missed seeing it, it was impossible to not hear the racket it made. Michael sighed. Why had he had to come here? He liked Texas better than this hot, miserable, stinking hell-hole. But it couldn’t be helped. His brother had needed a job, and this was the only one he could get: graveyard duty at FormaTek Industries, located in the middle of the Arizona desert. Oh sure, it wasn’t all bad. There were at least other kids his age he could talk to. But not many people wanted to hear your endless mental database on all things firearms. Michael rolled his eyes. He still couldn’t believe that people didn’t know the difference between a USP and a UMP. How stupid could you get? “Well, I suppose it could be worse.” “Date: July 7, 2013. Time: 6:54 p.m. Subject: 458-3A. Subject died last night; we see this as a perfect time to test our latest version of the Element. Previous tests have confirmed that 115 has the capabilities to raise the dead. Unfortunately, it brings them back as zombies. Fortunately, we have been able to keep the subjects contained to prevent them causing any damage. All previous subjects have been terminated. We hope that this time, we will be able to witness True Resurrection.” Greg stepped away from the recorder. “Alright, guys. Bring it in.” The door opened, and three men walked in, carrying a freshly dead body. Greg wrinkled his nose. “Dang it. When will I remember to put on my hazmat suit before these things?” He ran out, pulled on his suit, and re-entered the testing room. “Alright, let’s get started. Bring in the Element.” Michael climbed back up onto the roof. Greg had come home again, telling about how great his job was. Michael was sick of it. He was tired of hearing about complicated science. It was 9:00. Michael had brought his most prized possession up here with him: His .338 sniper rifle. Hammond, a lowly research assistant, was walking through the FormaTek Lab, taking the latest batch of 115 back to its containment unit. The experiment today had been a disaster. The end result had been the same. The subject turned into a zombie, and it had had to be destroyed. Hammond didn’t like that they were toying with the power he held in his hands. Trying to play God, if he remembered from movies and horror books, rarely ever ended well. This thing was dangerous. He was surprised that there hadn’t been any outbreaks of zombie activity reported before. If what they had found out was true, this stuff had been experimented on by Nazi scientists during the Second World War. But there had been no reports as to if there had been any zombie problems. “Hmmm….something worth researching.” Not really thinking about it, he set the vial of 115 outside the door to the containment unit. Inside the morgue. Hammond walked out, not even considering the disaster he had just set in motion. To be continued....(Don't worry, I'm going somewhere with this. Can you see where?)

A pair of eyes shone out from the darkness. But no one was around to see. No one alive, that is. The figure ventured out from the darkness. Instinctively, it sniffed the air, searching for food. There was nothing. That didn’t matter. It wasn’t hungry anyway. The being shuffled down the hallways of the research center. It knew where it was going: Out. Out from this place that had almost killed it. It had reached its destination. The power was on anyway, so it didn’t need to go from room to room, linking the device. Slowly, Subject Two-Six approached the MDT. Two-Six wasn’t supposed to have survived. The scientists had assumed him dead. They had been wrong. 2-6 was no ordinary zombie. 2-6 had been like any other zombie. Mindless. Hungry. But the scientists had other plans for him and the rest of his brethren. They had attempted to train them to follow commands, to eventually become the ultimate fighting force against the Allied forces. But the training had not worked. How did 2-6 know all this? Because he was the exception. He had learned. He was their super-soldier. 2-6 had learned how to react when the scientists had told him to do something. He had been the most successful of the subjects. None of the others had even come close. But then, one day, they had lost control. 2-6 was driven crazy by an ill-timed fire alarm. In his panic, he attacked his handler. They shot him ‘till he dropped. And that was the end of that. Except it wasn’t. 2-6 had survived. And he remembered everything that the scientists had said in front of him. He was almost…..human. If 2-6 had any grasp of irony, he would have laughed at that. But he didn’t. He had changed in other ways too. He could think complete thoughts. He could do simple tasks. He knew everything the scientists had discussed. He was the smartest zombie in the world. 2-6 had hidden, waiting for the scientists to leave. And they eventually had. When 2-6 finally ventured out from his hiding place, they were all dead. The zombies had broken free, and were running rampant. But 2-6 had not joined in the feeding frenzy. He had lost his craving for flesh. But then, suddenly, a bright flash had come from the center of the room, scaring the zombies away. 2-6 stayed and watched. Four humans had emerged from the MDT. 2-6 fled, for he saw them carrying weapons. He did not want to almost die again. Throughout the night, he watched them and the zombies that attacked them. They survived. 2-6 was in awe of this. But he stayed out of sight. Eventually, the humans escaped through the MDT, charging it with one of their weapons. They stayed gone, so 2-6 knew they were Out. 2-6 wanted Out too. The remaining zombies in disarray, 2-6 walked to the MDT, and activated it. He knew that on the other side of the energy that fizzled in the device, was Elsewhere, a place he could escape to. He wanted to be free of this horrible place. 2-6, never hesitating, walked into the MDT. When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a brightly lit place. He was in a theater. He had heard the scientists speak of theaters. But he could smell no humans. Only zombies. But…wait. What was that sound? Why do you not listen to me, little zombie? I need your help to punish that evil Richtofen for TAKING DADDY AWAY!!!!!!! 2-6 listened. But he did not heed. He saw no need to. Ah, I see. You are one of the special ones. The ones daddy let me see. No matter. My zombies are sufficient enough to over-whelm him. Oh, here he comes now! You’d better run, you naughty zombie, or that nasty Richtofen will murder you! 2-6 ran. He knew what murder meant. He did not know where he was running, but he soon found himself near another MDT. He didn’t hesitate to jump in. Good-Bye! I’ll see you on the other side! 2-6 came out in a Russian Cosmodrome. He knew of this place. The scientists had friends here who were working on weapons. But as before, nothing living remained. Hello again, little zombie! Welcome! I have prepared this place for Richtofen, but you had better hide before he gets here! 2-6 obeyed. He had heard of this Richtofen person. He was evil. Little zombie, you must run to the teleporter! Richtofen has come through, and my zombies are keeping him busy! You can escape! 2-6 did as he was told. And so it continued, until 2-6 found himself on the Moon. But the evil Richtofen and the other humans had followed him, and he was scared. Little zombie, run to the teleporter! I can make it take you somewhere safe! 2-6 did as the voice said. But just before he was teleported to who knows where, he did something amazing. He spoke. “Why……help……..me?” And he heard the voice laughing. Because I have plans for you, little zombie.

I'd like to point out that 115 came from outer space through meteors. So, you make very good points, but if you look at the black ops terminal, it states the location of several 115 meteors. So, it makes no sense that if 115 was made through a particle accelerator, how it ended up in meteors. Good topic, though!!!

Not bad for an amateur. I can confirm, however, that they are actually making an all zombies game. CAN'T WAIT!!!

good theories, but if you listen to a radio on moon, you hear that richtofen found the pyramid already on the moon. A friend of mine (a game tester who shall remain nameless) told me something about an alien plot............

Thank you all for such positive responses! I didn't expect this to go over so well! I don't know if I'll continue this, but Ive been encouraged by your praise! --Bad Karma "Nothing in the world is more dangerous than a mad russian with TWO AA-12 shotguns" :twisted:

The man looked out the window, almost expecting them to reappear at any moment. He had known that the property had been an old war zone, but he hadn’t expected what had happened to him this morning. His grandma had told stories about this being cursed land, about a meteor that had landed in the yard many years ago. Almost sixty years ago, in fact. She would also talk about strange men who came and bought the meteor in ‘37, and their land as well. They had moved then, his grandma, daddy and momma, but not so far away that they wouldn’t be too far away from their old home, right there on the border of Germany & France. His dad had been American. His mom French. His dad fell in love with the place during a great excursion he took. Then he met his mom, and they got married, and had him. Little Robert. And then came Henry. And they were happy. But then the war came. World War II hit the family hard, and the boys, much to the horror of the family, ran off to join the Allies at the ages of 22 and 19. Momma and Dad died of pneumonia before they got home. Grandma had to be moved into town, ten miles away, because Robert and Henry couldn’t take care of her. Henry didn’t stay long. He had plans for his life. American plans. Henry did leave one thing behind, though. It was this thing, a letter, typewritten (as Henry always did) that Robert, now 40, looked at. “Dear Robert, I know that me leaving is hard for you. But I’m needed in America. My talents can be put to better use there. I’ve left you something, though. I’m going to the old place before I leave. You know, the one that grandma would tell us about? I’ve left you a present there. Under the floor boards of the bedroom. But don’t go looking for it now. Only go get it in an emergency. I hope I see you again, big brother. --Henry” Robert chuckled. He had needed that present alright. Just yesterday he had headed out to the old place, just for kicks. He had just settled into the old place this morning, when he heard a moan from outside. Robert hadn’t believed his eyes. It wasn’t a wolf. It was a person. Or what was left of it. Coming towards him. With glowing blue eyes. Robert had just stood there. A zombie?!? What the--? But he had bolted when he saw dozens more of them coming behind the first one. Back in the house, Robert tried looking for a weapon. But grandma’s old shotgun had rusted away years ago. “The Letter…of course!” Robert headed for the floorboards. Surely if he took out whatever was in here, there would be a space big enough for him to….. Oh. Guns. An entire stockpile of army weapons. “Henry. You evil little bastard, you. Thanks a million!” Robert grabbed the nearest weapon, a Colt, and fired at the zombie, who had made it in to the **** please report this topic, post ****. The bullet hit square in the forehead, killing it instantly. But there were still dozens more outside. Robert pocketed the pistol, and grabbed a knife, some grenades, and a shotgun. “Well, Henry, I hope this works.” And he ran out in to the horde, defending his home. “TAKE THIS, YOU UNDEAD BASTARDS!!!!!!” And that had all been this morning. And now, he knew what he had to do. He knew there was some sort of facility around here, because whoever it was who had bought this land had had a lot of money. Loading himself up with supplies, he got ready to head to that facility. “It’ll be a hell of a lot better protected than this old place.” Hoisting a BAR rifle over his shoulder, he took one last look at the house. Then he headed off over the hill, the only place he knew a large building could be. Reaching the top, he looked over the edge of the cliff. “Wow. Those guys must have had a lot of dough.” The facility was HUGE. It was like a whole factory had been built out here. But why would they build something that big? And for what? In any case, it looked abandoned, so that ruled out any hope of help. “Well, as least I’ll be protected. Somewhat.” Slowly, carefully, he made his way down the cliff face. By the time he reached the bottom, it was almost dusk. “Better get inside before the undead show up again.” As if in answer to his statement, there came a howl off in the distance. Robert decided that he’d better start running. The doors were unlocked, so Robert slipped inside and bolted them behind him. He began making his way through the complex. He finally made it into a central chamber. “Whoa. Some lab they had here.” The room was large, larger than anything he could have imagined. The ceiling was made entirely of glass, and several platforms lined the walls. But the thing that stood out the most was….what was it? It looked like a cross between a semi-circle and a cylinder, with an all too familiar symbol at the top. “Nazis!” It was indeed the black spider of the Nazi party. Robert turned to look at some of the other things in the lab. There were weapons, but not like any weapons he’d ever seen. One of them looked like a space pistol he’d seen in a comic book one time. And they all looked half built. Robert was just about to pick one of these weapons up, when suddenly, there came a noise from behind him. It was the Nazi device. And it was powering up. Robert ran and hid behind a bank of old, broken computers, waiting to see what the thing would do. He didn’t have long to wait, because not long after, there was an explosion of light that blinded Robert for a minute. When his vision cleared, he could see….people? Yes, there were three people standing in the device, looking kind of beat up, and very sick. One of them, an American by the look of him, was the first to speak. “Everyone okay?” The one next to him, a Russian, burped. “Oh just fine, Tank. I just feel like I may throw up. Nothing new.” The third person, a Japanese, looked about to say something, but ended up throwing up his lunch instead. The American made a face. “Ugh, Takeo, do you have to do that everytime?” He looked around. “Where are we?” The Russian started patting his shirt, looking for something. The Jap opened his mouth. “A better question is—” “Yeah, yeah, I know, When are we?” “NO! WHERE THE HELL IS MY VODKA?!?!” The Jap—Takeo—pulled himself to his feet. “The Russian who asks shall receive, however thin patience may thin.” He held out a bottle. “Thank you, Takeo!” The American looked around. “Wait…where’s Richtofen—I mean, Samantha?” The Russian looked down at his feet. “Uh oh. Uh, Tank? If someone is cut in half, with their guts spilling out, is there any chance they’re still alive?” Tank looked down. “Shit.” Robert couldn’t see what they were looking at. The Jap knelt down and touched whatever it was. “May the gods speed her spirit forward to the afterlife.” “Come on, Tak, she was trying to kill us.” The Russian belched. “Well, in her defense, she was just after Richtofen, and she did help us kill those zombies. Besides, she was only eight years old.” Tank nodded. “I guess so. Yeah, yeah, Godspeed and all that.” Robert continued to watch as they wrapped the body(for that’s what it had to be) and set it in a corner of the lab. Tank brushed himself off, looking around at the complex. “You don’t suppose there’s any chance that we’ve ended up in a place that doesn’t have gutsacks?” The Russian laughed. “That sounds about as likely as fifth wife losing weight.” “Shut up, Nikolai.” Tank stood up and pulled a radio out of his pack. “Better do what Richtofen did, and record our location.” He activated the radio. “Transmission six-seven-nine-one-five-eight-C-TWO-ONE! We managed to escape the Moon base with our lives intact, but we lost Samantha. Richtofen is now in control of the zombies, and we have no idea where or when we are. Richtofen would know, but he’s on the Moon now. BUT NOT POWERLESS! Oh shit, not this again. Richtofen! Where are you!?! Ooh you’d love to know, wouldn’t you, clever Dempsey? Why did you leave me alone in Griffin Station? Richtofen! Oh, great, it’s the fish eater. Takeo. You took my memories, but I remember now! I will destroy you, even if it takes my last breath! Please. You waste your breath. I may not be able to control the zombies, but I CAN give them a push in the right direction. Ugh. Anyway, we’re going to try to get out of here and find what secrets lurk in this…uh, this….. Curse of the Dead!!!” Tank looked around for the voice. “Well, that works.” You four will never be able to survive this time! Good bye! As the voice faded, Nikolai looked around in confusion. “Four? There’s only three of us!” Robert chose that moment to show himself. Tank grabbed him before he could say anything. “Quick! What’s the year, and where are we?!?” “Easy! Easy! 1969, and we’re near the France/Germany border.” “Damn it.” Rach-rach-raaaaaghh! “Tank! Zombies! We gotta move!” “Hold on!” He turned back to Robert. “Who are you?” “Robert. Robert Henley.” “Henley?” “Yeah, so?” “You were in World War II, weren’t you?” “Yes. Why?” “I knew two Henleys in my division. But they were younger than you.” “This is 1969. The war was 25 years ago.” “Tank! We must move if we want to survive!” “You ever fight zombies before?” “Once.” “Well, strap yourself up. All hell is about to break loose.”

sorry dude, but they already did "Paradise". You might remember it as Shangri-la. Yes, I know, I'm an idiot, it's not called Paradise. But if you look at the achievments on CotD, one of them will say that you need to send them to "Paradise" and it's not like Treyarch to skip over something big like that. If Shangri-la wasn't paradise, I don't know how they're going to incorporate it into the story. Besides, why would it be conductive to the story to go to a peaceful zombie free place. Richtofen just didn't know that Shangri-la had been over run. So sue me.

uh, no...... no it's not.

It's fake.

when she says "come and find me", look in the sky on ascension. trust me. I know all.