Call of Duty Zombies: The Story

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"Verrűckt - 'Crazy'"

10th September 1945

Tank Dempsey

Wittenau Sanatorium

Berlin, Germany

Quickly I bashed the locked battered door of the abandoned asylum off its hinges with my three comrades behind me. The building was in a major state of disrepair from the outside; smashed windows, some parts of the walls missing, the roof caved in some parts. It was on the outskirts of Berlin, the parts that weren't very often visited. This was partly because there were stories that the abandoned asylum was haunted; looking at it there was no wonder that it was believed to be haunted. A squad of Majestic 12 led by Peter McCain had sent a distress call from this building a couple of days ago. Because they were the squad involved with the collection and testing of Element 115 the most elite troops were immediately sent without hesitation.

I threw the door with peeling white paint to one side andnwe finally saw the full extent of devastation and horror inside the building. There was some rubble covering the cracked black and white tiled floor. The plain cream wallpaper was slowly detaching from the wall. Flakes of dust dropped from the concrete ceiling and at one place water dropped from a crack. A smashed light bulb swung from the ceiling. The walls of corridor were splattered with dark red blood. Further ahead there was an upturned table. The corridor split into two, one side led to an open walkway which went around the square centre garden and to the left were some wooden stairs leading up to the first floor. The garden was a mess likewise. The lawn looked like it had been dug up by dogs and there were claw marks on the ancient oak tree in the far corner of the garden as if the dogs had also been very agitated.

My heart was immediately in my mouth, the team had definitely run into some trouble, were we too late? Were they already dead?

I gasped as I tried to take the scene in. "Get your weapons at the ready, expect anything" I tried to keep my voice sounding as confident as possible.

In response the three marines lifted their sub machine guns, Thompsons, at eye level. Cautiously we stepped into the building and the stench of decay and rotting met us.

"Something has died in here," one of the marines commented.

I sighed; turning to the marines I spoke. "Listen, we've still got to do a job to do. Until we've searched the entire building we can only assume that the group is still alive."

They nodded silently. Looking across the garden we could see that the open walkway, with flaking cream paint, was deserted so we climbed up the damp, rotting stairs. Stealthily, we walked across the floor above. It was damp and rotting too with large holes in the floorboard.

Across the landing there was a white door. Tentatively we pushed it back to reveal a bathroom. Just like the rest of the house this was a mess too. The tiles were all cracked and several of the windows were smashed. Ceramic parts of sinks lay across the floor as some of the sinks had been broken. Water from burst pipes flooded the floor. The sight and stench of the blood covering the floor made me feel sick. It was mixed with the water like a food colouring. The marines' faces were grim; the more rooms we explored the less hopeful we were that the Majestic 12 squad were still alive.

Then we went back out in the corridor and continued down it. Searching the other rooms we carried on in vain as we never found Peter McCain and his group. After returning back to the entrance I remembered there was one last room we had overlooked. The door had been locked. The marines, now having seen enough, were reluctant to go but eventually I persuaded them.