Our Heros
❝Theater of The Walking Dead❞
Gunshots echoed off the collapsing walls of the theater, the undead screaming and hollering at the top of their ragged lungs at the four men that fought for their lives. They spewed and spat insults to the oncoming enemy, anger evident in their tone. Blood smeared along their uniforms and gear, body parts laying on the floor, hanging on the wall, or--for at least one person--hid away for said's personal use.
A rope was tied around each of the crawlers' necks, the other end holding them to a metal pole. Leaning against a wall near the snapping crawlers was the Nazi doctor, Edward Richtofen. Also known as The Butcher, her wore a Wehrmacht coat along with his armband, complete with black leather gloves and his cap. His pants, most likely from a suit, but were a dark blue with red stripes on the side of his thighs were drenched with blood spots along with his boots. His face was aged, his hair sleek black with strands of gray growing on the sides. His emerald-acid eyes screamed insanity and evil, his smile even more so.
Crouching down to one of the screaming zombies, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a scalpel. "Now, be a good little shtumpy und," As he cut along the abdomen, the zombie hollered in anger and yelped as he reached in a ripped the spleen from it's place. "Wunderbar~," He chimed, not bothering to pick up his scalpel as he rushed off to another room.
"There he goes, that crazy bastard," Came a voice from the stairs. This was Tank Dempsey; American Marine, blonde hair, baby blue eyes, heavily built. His eyes were sharp, looking around mindlessly as he polished his ThunderGun he had in his possession. His military uniform consisted of a brown strap across the chest along with a American Marine Corps jacket, a dark green shirt, pants, and combat boots. His hands her bloodied, every article of clothing blotched in zombie blood.
"You know this, comrade," Nikolai called to him. Nikolai Belenski; Soviet Red Army soldier, Russian, always intoxicated on vodka whenever he had the chance. He slumped against a wall, the scarf snug around his head. His eyes we're a darker shade of Dempsey's, but they were still blue. His outfit looked quite normal, not really any type of uniform at all. He kept a gray-ish bag with him all the time, his portable storage unit for his many bottles of vodka. He ran a hair through his greasy chocolate hair, flicking it back under his scarf.
The last to introduce is Takeo Masaki; Japanese, last Samurai and is the only one to carry around melee weapon; His family's sword. The sword was precious to him, called The Path of Sorrows. Engraved on the blade was beautiful Japanese, which was almost always kept in its sheath the entire time.
The place they were currently settled in was a broken down theater in Berlin, Germany. An outbreak caused by Dr. Edward Richtofen caused an army of failed test subjects who were supposed to be used as a supposed army was now being taken over by his former worker's daughter. Dr. Ludwig Maxis and Dr. Edward Richtofen were in charge of a "Human Enhancement" Program which involved a newly discovered element not yet put on the periodic table; Element 115.
This element was put into many of the German soldiers, some willingly while others against their will. Richtofen was in charge of three in particular; an American, a Japanese, and a Russian man. The Element took different effects on the patient it was injected into. Every day, at the same time of each day, a dose was admissioned to the respective subject.
Dr. Richtofen, behind Maxis' back, began his own projects of teleportation. He succeeded with teleporting a walnut, and reported his findings just to be pushed aside by Maxis. Angered by the actions, he continued with his research with a small team of scientists. Griffin Station, located on the moon, was home to these teleportation tests. Later on, the MPD was founded and caused the Doctor to go insane. Voices invaded and flooded his thoughts, his mind riddled with insanity and darkness. He then, for "The Better of Group 935 and Element 115," He and Dr. Maxis did an experiment on Maxis' daughter's pet, Fluffy. Samantha Maxis was sad and afraid of the "new" Fluffy, who was ragged and labeled the first HellHound. Richtofen then tricked Samantha and Dr. Maxis into the teleporter and let it take them off.
Samantha ended up in the MPD and her father told her to kill everyone affiliated with Group 935 before suiciding and putting himself in Griffin Station's systems. And that lead them to their current problem; the brat wouldn't leave them alone. During each round, random hellhounds were known to spawn at random. Samantha had too much fun with her new power, and Richtofen was determined to find a way to get that power. Originally, it was he that was supposed to be calling the shots, but Samantha had managed to stumbled into the wrong thing at the wrong time.
Dempsey poked at the can of beans on his person, scooping a spoonful and popping it in his mouth. He was getting used to his regime; kill, keep a crawler, eat, sleep, and repeat when the crawlers bled out. Getting wounded was bad in this case; they'd have to get help from the Doctor, and he tends to keep blood from open wounds for whatever he does with them. Nikolai was 99 percent of the time drunk, Takeo was always sober, Dempsey could get drunk on some occasions, and Richtofen refused to drink anything that wasn't wine.
Takeo practiced with his katana, the blade whistling in the air as he swung and danced with his blade. He sped up, his hands seemingly not even on the handle of the katana, while Richtofen did god-knows-what in god-knows-where. This was a normal day in the theater, the only movie playing on a constant basis was;
Kino Der Toten; Theater of the Dead
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This is a part of a small little fanfiction I'm writing and this part is dedicated to @zombievibes the Zine!
