COD Zombies Shorts

Nacht Crash

The smell of burning flesh filled the nostrils of Lt Ryan Jameson as his breathing slowly picked up. Quickly, smoke slid down his throat, leaving a bitter taste on his tender tongue until his lungs were puffed full of it. He burst into a fit of intense coughing, even though he could not hear it. In fact, he couldn't hear anything other than an irritating ringing noise in his ear. As his eyes slowly opened, he saw the muddy floor which was sprinkled with various metal plane remains, like confetti. Ryan looked to his left to see a metal wing sticking out of the ground like a large tombstone, with various wires and metal sheets hanging off. In the distance were strange black figures, stumbling around beyond the smoke like a party of incredibly drunk individuals. They were moving closer as Ryan tried to move his leg, but to no success. As the thick smoke forced him to close his eyes, he suddenly heard loud foot steps that sounded like running. Suddenly, he opened his eyes to see one of the figures running straight towards him. A Zombie! Ryan wiggles and pulled on his leg, but it wouldn't budge, as he shielded his head with his hand. Like a lion, the Zombie lunges at Ryan, but was halted by a bullet through the head. That gunshot noise rattled through Ryan's head, which rid the horrible ringing noise in his ear. He could now hear the fire burning, and the constant groans of the unquiet dead. A great weight was pulled off his leg as he heard the voices of other survivors on the team. Three other younger privates. John Stirk, Adam Kane, and Tommy Andrews were smothered in dirt and blood. Each of them had a small M1911 pistol in their shaky hands, and a knife in their pockets. They pulled up Ryan, until they noticed the gunshot was beginning to attract unwanted attention. The stumbling Zombies began to walk towards them slowly, reaching out like lost souls. Tommy handed Ryan a pistol as they noticed a large storage building behind them. They sprinted as fast as cheetahs towards the ruined building where a large amount of the plane was now laying. It seemed to be crumbling, barely held together by rocky supports while most of the roof had collapsed. The Marines jumped through windows in the building to find themselves in a dark and creepy room. Smoke had filled the air, and blood was splatted across the floor. The blood of Germans who had tried to survive the massacre, but were now with the undead. White chalk warnings were written on the walls by survivors who had now turned into flesh eating creatures. Groans and moans echoed from outside the building, as each of the Marines grabbed broken wooden planks and barricaded the windows. Now, all could be heard were the heavy breathing of all the soldiers, and the loud groans on the undead. They reached the windows and began to pull the barricades down like they were nothing, like unwrapping a Christmas present with ease. Ryan wiped the sweat off his forehead as they opened fire on the oncoming Zombies. For the the Night of the Living Dead has now began.