“MAX AMMO!” A distorted demonic girl voice called from nowhere.
“VES! MORE TIME TO PLAY VITH MY PRETTY VONES!” A seemingly insanely mental German doctor by the name of Dr.Richtofen exclaimed. He was using an alien like weapon that was shooting green halos at a high rate at an endless sea of the undead. Oh did I forget to tell you that part?
“You’re going to wish you never came back from the undead. YOU FREAK SACKS!” A very angry man said twirling a red staff like object around and pointing it at the restless zombie crowd. Fully loaded the man by the name of Tank “Dempsey” began to let fire… Literally. A wide spread of fire came from the end of the staff dropping zombies as the fell ablaze.
“You put up no fight. HOW DISHONERABLE. YOU KILL ME? NOO I KILL YOU!” A Japanese man with a bemused expression on his face witch quickly turned to one of anger shouted. He had a Pack-a-Punched Galil and was perfectly getting nothing but headshots with what would look like a spray and pray. Each laserfied bullet meeting the undead’s forehead. This terror honor bent man was named Takeo.
“Can never have enough Vodka amirite?” A man with a very rough and thick Russian accent spoke. He wobbled a little, but with the gun he had (Magna Collider) his aim didn’t really matter, no matter how drunk. He redubbed the gun’s name to ‘Gun That Goes Pew’ which was an accurate name. A vast multitude of zombies met several dozen bullets inside their body before falling dead, for reals this time. “DIE IN THE NAME OF NIKOLAI!”
While lighting zombies ablaze Dempsey noticed something with the endless sea of freaks. He saw a green power up, the nuke.
“Hey Richtofen I see a nuke should I go risk it? I have PhD Flops.” The American hero not looking back asked. He heard make a ‘hmm’ sound as he reloaded.
“Maybe, but if you fail that would just be vone more problem to vour list.” Richtofen said taking aim once again. Dempsey took this as an ‘okay’ and dived for the power up. A small area of zombies around him imploded as the trademark nuke voice sounded off.
“KABOOM!”
“Great that should ve enough souls to power ze generator to start the teleporter. Let’s go!” Richtofen said walking toward the stargate looking teleporter. Instead of a red interface it was red. They rest ran toward the teleportation device and stepped inside. A quick rift played off signaling the start of a new round. Maybe 89 or so rounds they been though so far.
Their visions then went dark and a red text appeared from the darkness.
YOU ESCAPED 90 ROUNDS.
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