COD Zombies short stories

Broken dreams ( Tank X Delilah)

( HERE IS YET ANOTHER STORY!!! I hope you all enjoy the story! Btws, I am using another character who was created by @dressiestsphinx and that's Delilah just so you guys know! So, Yeah... Anyways, make sure to vote and comment! BAI!)

Broken Dreams ( Tank X Delilah)
Tanks pov.
Sitting in the lab where the nazi always injected me with the glowing blue serum has and will be pretty bad. But, what was worse being taken from my daughters. I missed a decent amount of Delilah's life and now that I'm MIA the corps will be searching more desperately for me. That means my daughter will be coming for me while the youngest stays put...
My eyes grew heavy a decent amount of time though I never wanted to sleep. My dreams never seemed right for they always ended messed up causing me to scream and wake up sweat covered with a pained expression.
Exaughstion seemed to consume me every time though. I wished it wouldn't but it always did. The Nazi found ways to make it beat me. To make me go through nightmare after nightmare.
He continueously would inject me with the lightning blue serum that would sooner or later be the death of me. Yet, it seemed as though I was getting stronger with it since they moved me from leather straps to the metal braces.
But, as my eyes grew heavier it was as though reality would fade to living hell. My life seemed as though it had just gone to shit right away even when it starts as a seren or peaceful dream.
Now as I went closer to the point of slumber I could see nothing but the faces of my loved ones completly mutilated. Soon, The darkness surrounded my vision like an ambush. I was off to the dreamland and out of reality.
My eyes opened to a world that was nothing then fantasy. No war, No distruction, No violence... Only, my family... Delilah was sitting on the couch inside the small home of mine as I lied out in the soft grasslands. The beauitful blue sky remained cloudless allowing the suns rays to warm my skin as a gentle breeze blew agenst my skin.
I stood from my spot and headed towards the wooden door. Right as I make it to the door it creaks open revealing the face of Delilah. I smile at her as she returns it inviting me in. But, as I enter the home everything changes.
Soon, the wind wipped and nawed at my face. I stood alone on the roof. Silence... Complete silence...
I turned around seeing the same familiar face that greeted me before. She looked at me with fear in her eyes. It was unlike her to have such fear in her eyes for she has always been a strong girl. She took it from her mother mainly. But, for some reason she had the fearful look in her eyes.
I turn once more seeing nothing other then an undead corpse running towards us. I hear Delilah scream as she started backing away from it. I only stood shocked and as it was only mere inches from me I finally relized I had to do something.
I reached out to it only seeing my hand basically faze through it. I stared at it confused before finally it walked right through me closer and closer to Delilah. I stare at the creature as if dumbfounded until the shriek of terror enters my ears.
I rush towards Delilah stopping as I saw the corpse dive into her. Right on the edge of the roof... Now free falling through mid air. I yelled her name running towards the ledge only watching as she fell through the air.
My eyes open immediately. I was panting as sweat poured off of me. I kept repeating over and over again the same phrase... No...
The door to the lonely room opens revealing the Nazi doctor once more. I was still repeating the same phrase... No...
I stared emotionless at him seeing a small smirk on his face. It was still as though I was a broken record... No...
" Sweet dreams I'm hoping?" Asks the doctor. No reply... I just kept saying the same phrase as though my mind was completly erased to only the word... No...
The doctor only stared at me with questioning eyes. He looked at the one way mirror before looking back at me. Then, he just walked out. No other words... It was as though I still never recovered.
I seemed more fragile and as I went to sleep more often I relized it wasn't the best idea. Yet, I still wanted to see the faces of my daughters a few more times even if it meant I saw them die every single time.......