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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.”

[nayrcraig]

Fantastic story, really good to see the original 4 characters in it

Will you be continuing this?

[MyLittleHellhound]

Eally liked this you should make more!!!!!!!!

[Jonnyo567]

Definitely should make more, really enjoyed reading this ;)

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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: