Prologue:
After reading a big chunk of another zombie story I was inspired. Now i've always been a quite literate person and i've come to share my tale with you. This is a story of suspense and some unanswered questions. ( Try not to laugh at me. I'm not very great at stories)
( The subject is changed since the revision, adding a few things but keeping the aspect of a storyline. IT MAY STILL SUCK MAJOR MONKEY BALLS Bombs)


It was my first day on the job. My job as a guard at the Waffenfabrik.. Der Riese. I had no clue what I was in store for. Going all the way to Breslau was enough for me. Mein Gott. The place was busy all hours of the day. I was there to keep things in line. I passed by a patrolman later in the day and simply asked him,
" He, Wie geht es Ihnen? "
He shot me a smug look and said
" Ich habe Zeit für das Geplauder, Kind nicht. "
What an Arschloch.

We had started a new experiment the next day. The scientists had been building some kind of machine. Something to do with Die Glocke, I think. There were lots of tests. All of them failed. The top scientist.. I think his name was Edward was directing the experiment under Dr. Maxis, the mastermind behind group 935.. One day Dr. Maxis decided to go out and get his daughter Sam a dog. it was pretty nice of him. But it seemed suspicious..

About a week later I was brought into a test with Edward and Maxis. Samantha's dog got loose and they had to tie it down. They tried teleporting it and it turned into this.. THING. I started to panic. All I had on me was a Walther pistol. I was in deep *word smudged* and I knew what had to be done. Edward pushed me out of the room and locked Maxis and his Daughter in there with the.. Dog.

Edward and I were separated in the teleportation. I popped up near 4 other guys fighting off what looked like living corpses. One handed me a gun and in a deep war-hardened voice told me to " Spray and Pray " I'd never used an American gun before. Nor have I ever been a very religious person. But I pulled the trigger and it felt like home. The gun kicked back against my shoulder but I held my own. When we got a break I asked who everyone was.

The first guy, The American. His name was Tank Dempsey.
The Second was A Russian, Nikolai Belinski
The Third, pretty serious Japanese man was named Takeo Masaki
And finally a fellow German.. Who seemed more than slightly schizophrenic..
Dr. Richtofen.

I loaded the clip in my American Submachine gun, the Thomphson and started shooting. I was tol to aim high, check my ammo and look all around. When we almost got overwhelmed Richtofen pulled out this gigantic gun! Looked like scraps and static to me. When he shot it off, it hit one corpse and they ALL died! it was pretty bad-a. I was thinking this is where my legacy would begin. I would become one in 5 to figure out what was going on exactly.