NZ: Alternate Chapt 4

Nazi Zombies: Alternate

Chapter 4

"My FN FAL is useless without ammo!" Nikolai threw the rifle aside now that he wasted his ammo. He still had his M1911 .Colt on him. But with only eight shots it was almost useless against the horde that was baring down on him. But he had nothing else to go on. He unholstered the American made weapon and aimed the .Colt at the zombies. The .45 ACP (Automatic Colt Pistol) or known as .45 Auto by the C.I.P. He pulled the trigger, the 45. bullet made a hole right in the middle of it's forehead. The zombie collapsed to the ground as three more took it's place quickly. Nikolai smirked casually kicking a zombie in the chest, knocking the others behind to the ground.

He didn't hesitate to take aim and put four more bullets into their heads. He hated them. They didn't deserve any mercy, because they were too far gone too show them any. They were dead so he didn't have to feel guilty for ending their undead lives.

Four shots were wasted. And he only had four more left until he was forced to reload. He drove the knife into the side of a zombies skull; rotten black coloured blood spewed onto his sleeves of his uniform as he dragged the knife out again. Despite his drunkenness Nikolai was a force to be reckoned with, the blurry vision he has doesn't distract him in the slightest. He doesn't stumble across the room like he had trouble walking straight and when giving orders he doesn't slur or studder. Suffice to say Nikolai was fighting as if he was sober enough to handle himself. Plus, thanks to the experiments he endured from Group 935, his reaction time and his sixth sense were higher than ever. He knew where the zombies were going to attack him and he knew when. Plus he could also tell where Tank, Richtofen and Takeo were.

He ducked when a zombie tried to swipe at him. He severed the zombies arm in retaliation; getting blood on his face and torso and brought the barrel of the .Colt to the zombies face and pulled the trigger. The top of it's head was blown off as brain matter splattered on the floor and the zombies. Nikolai pushed the limp less corpse away as the zombies tried to get at the brain matter from the ground. A distraction. Just what he needed.

Grabbing a pineapple grenade from his pouch Nikolai bit the pin off and threw the small explosive into the crowd. He covered his eyes when the grenade went off; feeling bits of skin smack against his skin; blotches of blood and guts nearly covering his arms in red. He lowered his arms and sneered, corpses were piled on top of one another. Legs, feet, arms and hands were spread out across the floor and blood ran free on the ground. He grunted as he sheathed his knife and reloaded the .Colt.

"Hmm, maybe I should try the box again?" He debated with himself for a few seconds. With a shrug Nikolai turned and aimed his fully loaded .Colt, he just stopped himself from pulling the trigger when he saw a certain man's blue eyes widening in alarm.

"Jesus Christ Nikolai!" Nikolai lowered his weapon when Dempsey raised his arms in surrender. The expression of sheer terror on his face. "Watch where you aim that thing!"

"Oh sorry Tank. I thought you were a zombie." Nikolai holstered his .Colt and gave Dempsey an apologetic expression. "If you moaned, I would have shot you." He smirked at his little joke, even if it was a bad one.

Dempsey growled at Nikolai before beckoning someone behind to come out. Nikolai peered over the marines shoulder and saw Laura holding an M16 appear from a corner, her assault rifle resting in her hands.

"Ok looky here Laura. See that box that has a glowing blue aura?" Dempsey made a gesture to the box that lay a few feet behind Nikolai.

She nodded. "That box is both our best friend, and our worst enemy." He explained. "That box is a gamble, you open it, and it can either give you the most powerful weapon in it. Or it'll give you the weakest."

Laura gave the box a sceptical look before turning to Dempsey. "How exactly does the box 'give' me weapons?" She asked scornfully. Dempsey gave her a look; sighed and approached the box.

"Watch."

Dempsey kicked open the box, a blue light shone towards the roof of the room and multiple weapons appeared after one another for a few seconds until it finally stopped on one. Laura stared in awe as Dempsey reached out; and grabbed a Steyr AUG, but losing his M16 as a result.

He turned and showed her the weapon.

"Laura, I'd like you to meet the Styer AUG. A gas-operated, rotating bolt' Assault Rifle that uses 5.56mm or 9mm rounds. It's got a bitch of a recoil unless it's fired in short controlled bursts, and it fires 680-750 rounds per minute." He slung the weapon over his shoulder. "It's also great for mowing down zombies that are grouped together." He grinned.

Laura gave him a blank stare before glancing between him and the box. Weapon that gives her weapons that could either be really shitty or insanely powerful seems too good to be true. But here it was, right in front of her, and Dempsey actually traded his favoured assault rifle for a more deadly looking one.

She finally made a reply. "C-can I do that as well?" She mentally scolded herself for stuttering. She saw Dempsey giving her a nod and reached out to her while motioning the box with his head.

"It's all yours doll." He answered. He then spoke in a serious tone. "But remember the box is a gamble. Since you killed zombies long before I got here, you'll be able to open it. You can either get the best weapon the box has to offer, or you'll end up with a spare pistol. Plus there's there fucking teddy bear..."

"I hate that fucking toy." Laura heard Nikolai mutter in disdain.

"Basically, if you get that toy, the box will collapse on itself and move to a different location. It's a pain in the ass to track down though."

Laura found herself nodding again at the explanation. Then looked at the box, her eyes appraising. "So what happens to the weapon I'm currently holding?" Laura asked.

"Simple, it gets replaced." He pointed at his AUG. "That's why I don't have the M16 anymore. I replaced it for this weapon."

Laura opened her mouth as if to say "oh" and with the basic information given to her, she casually went to the box and opened it. She blinked when some of her energy getting pulled from her body. Laura pulled her hands away the moment the box opened. She looked at her palms, turned them and looked at Dempsey for an explanation.

He blinked at her then snapped his fingers, "Let me guess: You felt you own energy getting 'pulled' from your body?"

She nodded silently. "Ah, that would be the 'point system'. It's pretty messed up. All you need to know is this: When ever you want to buy something, like weapons, cola perks, that box behind you. It will cost you."

"And it is annoying when you run out. Then you need to kill more zombies!" Nikolai decided to join in with the conversation. "And it is pain to do that when you are trying to get a good weapon out of that fucking thing."

"Yeah. That's true Nick." He agreed. Suddenly Dempsey pointed at the box. "I think the box has settled on a revolver for you." He grunted at Laura.

Laura blinked and turned to the box. It had given her a double action Colt Python. It uses .357 Magnum bullets, and it has a six-round cylinder. The barrel itself was six inches long.

"I'd take that. It may be hard to control and heavy for a hand gun, but it does great damage up close."

Laura considered Dempsey for a moment with the Colt Python floating in front of her. It seemed powerful yes, but there were two drawbacks with what Dempsey told her. It was heavy and hard to control. She slung the sling of the M16 over her neck and let the assault rifle drop to her chest, with the sling tugging against the back of her neck. Then she reached for her .Colt and swapped it for the Colt Python.

Laura gritted her teeth when images and knowledge flashed through her mind, and for one glorious second all she ever needed to know about operating and using the revolver that had appeared in her head. She smirked and expertly flicked off the safety on the revolver.

"Ok, let's see what this baby can do?" Laura gave the guys a demented smile as she went into a pose, holding her revolver with one hand and her hip with the other. Tank and Nikolai nodded and turned their backs to her. Laura smiled darkly at them; twirling her revolver with her forefinger. They didn't suspect a thing.

....

"Ah! Zhere you two are." Richtofen exclaimed upon seeing a bloodied Takeo and Aiko. Takeo nodded respectfully in silence while Aiko openly scoffed the German, rolling her eyes as she took a place between some barrels nearby.

"Did you find a way to get this machine to work Edward?" Takeo asked as he took his place beside him. He slowly scanned the room, Erika and Natacha were talking quietly to one another and he heard them giggle a few times.

Women, sometimes they were a mysterious bunch sometimes. Hard to figure out and to understand.

Richtofen sighed exhaustingly as he shook his head. "Nien. There needs to be more power to activate zhis machine. Erika has been helping me on how to vork zhis but zat is all."

Takeo nodded in thought as he took this information in. So it didn't work because it needed more power? He can do that.

"How much power do you need my friend?" Takeo asked in his 'no-messing-around-its-time-to-be-serious' tone.

Richtofen looked at Takeo with a not so surprised look, and rubbed his chin in thought before glancing back and to the controls. Then he beckoned Takeo and pointed at a certain meter that displayed how much electricity the machine needed before it could turn on.

"It needs to be filled to ze top I vas told. And from vhat Erika has told me, zhere are three power switches zhat need to be activated."

"I sharr do this quickry then. Wish me ruck doctor." Takeo turned and left before Richtofen could say anything else.

Edward slowly shook his head. Takeo despite the quietness and seriousness that he has, would always walk off before you could say anything else. He was used to this. Takeo was always serious and would charge head-first into battle when he would get the chance. But he also knew the values of teamwork and would stay with the rest of the group; although he would always be at the front lines with Dempsey.

Natacha and Erika watched as Takeo left the room on his own, noticing that no one was going to follow him to where ever he was going to go. Erika seemed to know what was going on in the Soviet's mind and gestured her to follow the Japanese Officer.

She did so without hesitation.

When she caught up with him Takeo didn't seem to notice nor care that Natacha was following him; and walked in silence. His eyes would dart from side to side, his right hand gripping the tilt of his Katana loosely as he listened for anything that signalled an attack.

"Why are you forrowing me Russian?" Takeo' question came out of the blue, catching Natacha by surprise. "I can take care of myserf."

"I know that. But this place is unfamiliar to you. You may get lost." Natacha replied, keeping her eyes forward.

Takeo glanced at her suspiciously for a moment. Wondering why she of all people would want to travel with him. But he decided against pressuring her into telling him why she wanted to come. After all, she did give him two good points. This place wasn't familiar to him and he could get lost. Might as well make the best of it, right?

"True." Takeo said, the curves of his mouth raising slightly.

"I'm curious. How did you end up with those men?" Natacha asked, giving the Imperial Officer a curious look.

"Fate. And... The unwirringness to work together." Takeo said hesitantly. He glanced at Natacha and saw that she was eye-balling him curiously. She was waiting for him to continue. "We all met in Japan. The undead attacked. We put aside our differences and decided to work together." He said in a tone that told her he wasn't going to say anymore on the subject.

Natacha snorted with the reply, "Sounds similar to ours. Only we met in the United Kingdom."

A few minutes of Natacha leading Takeo, the two quickly found themselves in one of the three power rooms that needed to be used in order to get the machine that Richtofen was working on powered up. Takeo shook his head at what he found. In front of him were a few generators that had some electricity running through them. But right in the middle was a fricken' power switch, the bane of his life. Everywhere he went with Tank, Nikolai and Richtofen they always had to find a power switch. Why wasn't there a button that would turn on the power for once?

Thankfully, there wasn't a severed hand gripping the lever, so that was a welcoming sight for him. He walked to the power switch and pulled it down. A loud alarm signalled that the power was on as the room brightened up considerably. He looked up when the cables that connected to the generators was flowing with electricity began to exit the room.

"One found. Two to go." Takeo was all business. Never to stay in one place after too long. He walked out of the room once the power was on, he didn't bother waiting for Natacha, either she would keep up with him or he'll leave her behind. Takeo could not afford any distractions from his mission.

Richtofen's mood brightened when electricity flowed into the machine; the meter was quarterly filled with power. Just two more and they'll be back home in no time. Aiko and Erika stood directly behind the mad doctor, with their arms crossed under they're breasts and back straightened. The two turned and stared at each other in silence. As if giving her an order Erika slowly nodded at Aiko who in turn unsheathed her Katana and pressed the tip in Richtofen's spine.

The Nazi immediately stiffened at this and with a barely heard sigh, he slowly raised his arms above his head. Aiko grabbed Richtofen by the shoulder and harshly turned him 'round to face her. She was expecting a look of surprise and confusion, and maybe a little anger showing. But instead she found the Nazi grinning at both her and Erika wide eyed like a lunatic.

"You are not surprised? You vere expecting zhis?" Erika asked suspiciously. Richtofen narrowed his eyes at her as a barely sane laugh escaped from his throat. Aiko stopped herself from taking a step back from him, and that was an achievement coming from her.

"Nien, I vas not expecting zhis. Rather genius of you to split us up." Richtofen said sincerely. Aiko narrowed her eyes at Richtofen, the look of seriousness on her face didn't faze him in the slightest however. "Takeo and Natacha are now alone, ja? Perhaps it vas you who turned off ze power as vell and knew zat in order to turn zhis portal on you vould need someone to do it."

"How clever of you to guess that." Aiko had the hint of sarcasm in her tone. "We will escape this place and leave you here to rot amongst the undead."

Richtofen scoffed at her and replied in his own sarcastic tone, "Oh ja-ha leave me here to die?" The tone he spoke in just turned dangerous as a snarl appeared on his lips. "I vould like to see you try."

Akio threateningly added pressure in the middle of Richtofen's' ribcage with the tip of her Katana, a snarl of her own erupting from her throat. "I'll draw blood, German, we were at war with men long before you showed up. Despite the likeness we have; we will kill you."

Richtofen despite the amount of pressure he had in his chest leant forward.

"I dare you, Miststück." He baited her.

Erika openly growled at Richtofen before she raised the Thunder-gun, aiming it at him. Richtofen gave her a smug looking smile; daring her to fire it. Her brows jumped in irritation, her finger tensing as she attempted to pull the trigger.

"You already lost."