"Come on guys, though the passage...!" Lev fumbled the loading gate open on the Zeliska, ejecting five massive empty cases and stuck them in his pocket for reloading later. He quickly shoved one back in the cylinder and rotated it into firing position. "You know you want to!"
"That's it..." Lev raised the massive pistol, aiming it down the stone stairwell passage. Dan was directly behind him, reloading the G36. "I'd cover my ears if I were you."
The bullet ripped from the muzzle, leaving a near-visible shockwave as it went downrange. It penetrated through eleven zombies, turning them into chunky piles of deteriorated flesh.
"I ought to get me one of those." Dan said nodding slightly.
"Not sure you'll like the pricetag." Lev reloaded yet again, saving the brass.
"Can't be all that much." Dan decapitated two zombies that had gotten within arm's reach.
"Sixteen Grand, my friend."
"I don't even know what to say to that."
The two moved further into the crypt, barely keeping up with the others. The room opened up into a large sanctuary littered with rubble. It oddly reminded him of Austria...
Mountains of Arlburg, Austria 2 Months Ago
"-alright, thanks Sam. What's a few wolves right?" Lev screwed on the suppressor to his Colt M1911 .45 loaded with silver hollowpoint bullets.
"It's pretty straightforward, just kill the pack leader and whoever else you run into."
"Yep, I'll give you a sitrep every fifteen minutes."
"Over and out."
Lev pulled the handle of the steel door, it creaked open, protesting the icy wind. He moved in, scanning the room for occupants. It looked very much like he had expected, bunker like. The walls were a flaked white, grey concrete showing through several spots. It was brightly lit by old metal light fixtures, WWII era by the looks of them. Lev continued down the hallway, which led to a hub of several hallways. Something felt wrong, the navigational signs read: 'Sanitarium', 'Laboratory', 'Morgue' and 'Subject Testing'. Something was very wrong.
"Sam," Lev spoke into his combat mic. "where the hell did you send me?"
"Sam? Sam?!" The lights suddenly went out. The only thing visible was the laser sight of his pistol on the wall. "Shit."
"HEhehAhaha..." An eerie voice echoed through the darkness.
Lev turned, raising the pistol and firing three times in the direction he thought the sound had come from.
"Wrong." The voice whispered behind him.
Bright light, it was all Lev could see until his eyes adjusted. He was strapped to a table, wearing nothing but his shorts. He looked around as best he could, his head was also secured by the leather straps. There were surgical tools and viles of various colored liquids layed out on a table in front of him, beyond that were blood spattered walls. A tall thin man wearing a pristine long vintage-looking white laboratory coat and tight black gloves walked up to him. His face was aged and gaunt, sporting slicked white hair.
"Haha, you are zeh purfect subject I must tell you."
"Subject..! Let me outta here! What the hell is going on?!"
"You my fhrend, are in my Labooratory. Forgive me for not intrhohdusing myself, I am Hanz Gruber, bhrilliant bio-chemist." He flicked a large vile of amber-colored syrup, observing it in the light.
"You're crazy if you think you're gonna put that shit in me."
"Ha! Hahhahaa... But my fhriend...I already have! HahaHahAHa!"
"Uhh..ugh.." Lev tilted his head down slightly, looking at his arm. The veins were protruding, and they were black. Lev did nothing short of panic. He jerked and squirmed trying to get loose, but the belts that held him down were firmly secured. A warm tingly sensation moved from Lev's arm to his chest, then throughout his whole body. "What...What hell have you done to me!! Aghk!"
"Oh, my fhriend it is my crohwn jewl, my life's worhk. It vas designed around zeh genetic patturn vich you fit: noticably blonde hair and blue eyhes. Only prohblem vas none I have tested ver like you. I have a ghood feelingh it will worhk.
"Egh!..it..burns..get it out! Ahhhhgh!"
"HmmmHmmhahahaAHHAhAHa!" Hanz laughed maniacally. "It is worhking! MUaHAhAHahA!"
Lev shakily tightened his fist, suddenly gaining a new level of strength he had never felt before. He snapped the belt holding his wrist, then his arm. He was quickly free of the table, but staring down the barrel of his very own 1911 pistol.
"I am sohrry, but I can no long let you live, my creahtion." Gruber shot Lev a single time, dead center of his chest.
Pliskin stumbled backwards, watching in horror as a black liquid ran out the hole in his chest. He coughed, the same black substance filled his mouth, then dropped to the floor.
"Pity." Hanz turned around, about to walk out.
"Isn't...it?" Lev somehow was standing up, arm around the scientist's head. He tightened his grip until a wet crack was heard. The body fell limp to the floor, blood dripping from the eyesockets and mouth.
Lev stumbled to the table, grabbing the white insulated jacket and munitions belt he had worn in. He then picked up the 1911 pistol and sprinted down the corridor, carelessly throwing C4 packs on the ground behind him.
He shoulder charged the thick door he had come in, knocking it off the hinges. Lev hit the detonator, blowing the bunker entrance to rubble. The shockwave reached out through the walls, knocking him over. A Chinook helicopter appeared above him, Sam standing on the ramp motioning for him to get up and run to the chopper. Lev stumbled to his feet, trying to keep his balance. The helicopter touched down a few meters in front of him, kicking up a fine spray of powdery snow.
"What the f#&% happened in there Jimbo? Where are your pants?"
"Hell if I know. Let's just get away from here and back to the lodge. We'll talk about it over a...long drink."
"I don't like the looks of this place, Jimbo."
"Neither do I."
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