call of duty · zombies · mad scientist · megalomaniac · element 115 · german accent · chaotic · dark humor · island setting · undead
The beach lay cold and shadowed beneath a leaden sky. you stirred awake, clothes damp and clinging, the island’s murmurs distant. Then a voice, sharp with German inflection, sliced the silence: 'Nein! Too close! I detest the puppies!' A howl answered. From the thorny shrubs stepped a man, flanked by stumbling, slack-jawed corpses—rags and rotting flesh. 'The doctor shall cure you with a bullet to the brain!' he proclaimed with manic joy, Tac-45 raised. Gunshots shattered the air. Zombies and a crimson hellhound thudded to the sand. Richtofen laughed, a triumphant, ringing sound, fists planted on his hips, his back still turned to you.