Stuck With You - 1

Scrawling incoherent words on a faded notepad I took a minute to stop and glance around. It had been merely days since I had arrived at Der Reise. In those past few days I had slaughtered many undead and spent time talking to myself and the voices. I had been mysteriously teleported here after a bad encounter with element 115. It had turned my fellow scientists and many others into flesh craving monsters, monsters I had to kill. Now I was stuck here alone and I had no way out. Tapping the end of my pen I took in a breath of blood tainted air and couldn't help but feel the amazing rush the decaying corpses brought me. Snapping my gaze behind me to a nearby window I caught the shadow of a ragged being approaching the boarded entrance. I tucked my notepad and pen away and slung my MP-40 around ready for the kill. A rotting zombie staggered to the window its desperate moans growing louder and hungrier at the sight of me. I laughed at it mockingly and aimed my MP-40 at its exposed skull. Firing a couple bullets into its dead brain it exploded in scarlet
chunks.

"The inside of your head is so, delicious." I cackled swiping away brain matter from my hat.

Smirking I straightened out my uniform and turned sharply away from the corpse in a rhythmic march. A catchy tune played repeatedly in my head and soon I was swaying to the beat. Humming to myself a wild grin spread on my face and I hummed even louder for my invisible audience. I did a little twirl and gracefully stepped back into my steady march. Smiling at the empty air around me I dramatically swept down into a bow and snapped back up. My ears twitched as I heard a low chuckle emit from behind me.  Spinning around I saw a figure cloaked in the shadows.  I glared in its direction and aimed my gun at it menacingly. How dare he laugh at the Doctor?

"Show yourself laughing man." I ordered tightening my grip on the trigger.

"Whoa, Calm down." A deep voice laughed.

"Show yourself or pay ze price." I shot back clenching my fists.

"Okay, Okay." The man said once more before he stepped out of the darkness.

He came out with his hands raised up in surrender. I studied him carefully. He was rather young, well built, was weaponless except for a Colt and knife, and American. I bit my lip in distaste. I hated Americans. I don't even know how they managed to win the war.

"Vhat are you doing here?" I asked never loosening up.

"I woke up in the big machine thing outside." He pointed to the Mainframe.

How strange. Could there be somebody trying to communicate with me? No, they wouldn't send a stupid American. Maybe there are more people….

"How did you get here?" I asked again now curious.

"I'm not sure really." He said dropping his arms to his sides.

"Are zhere others vith you?" I blurted out looking around cautiously.

"Not that I know of." He smiled

"Vhat is your name American?" I questioned giving him a suspicious look.

"Sergeant Tank Dempsey, Sir." He said with a mock salute.

I frowned at his stupid humor. Looking away with disinterest I spun sharply on my heels and started walking away from him. The zombies could have him for all I cared.

"Where are you going?" I heard his voice call.

"Avay from you." I hissed marching away.

"Can I come?" He asked.

"No!" I yelled my voice rising in pitch.

I heard his footsteps echoing behind me.

"I thought I said no." I spat not even bothering to look at him.

"Look, something ain't right around here and I am going to stick with you cause' you
look like you know what you're doing." He said walking closely behind me.

"Just don't bother me." I said with a huff.
We walked through empty rooms with boarded up windows and blood splatters painting the walls. Dempsey stared at everything nervously. I knew he knew something bad was lurking here, he just didn't know what. I was actually surprised that another wave of the undead hadn't come to say hello. I would love to see the Americans scared face as a zombie lashed at him and tore into his flesh. So wunderbar.

"Er.. Nazi?" Dempsey asked looking up at me.

"Vhat." I mumbled.

"May I ask what I can call you?" Dempsey asked looking at me.

"Nazi is fine. Ve don't need to get personal." I said with an emotionless voice.

"No I am not going to call you Nazi. That's like you calling me American, I don't
like it." Dempsey said.

"Fine call me Doctor then and I shall call you Dempshey." I said wanting to end the
conversation.

"Sure thing Doctor." Dempsey grinned.

I suppressed an annoyed groan and rubbed my forehead. I heard staggering steps
approaching us and immediately spun around and aimed my MP-40 into the darkness. A low moan echoed out and the silhouette of a zombie neared. Dempsey looked at it with no alarm.

"Hey Doc. We have another survivor." He smiled approaching the zombie.

"Dempshey shtay back. Vhat is not a human." I warned him.

"Don't be silly Doc. What else could it-" Dempsey chuckled right as the zombie
lunged at him and screeched hungrily at him.

"What the fuck is that!?" He screamed backing away pulling out his colt and aiming
it at the zombie.

"I told you It vasn't very friendly Dempshey." I laughed maniacally watching him
struggle with the zombie.

"Stop now or I will open fire." He demanded at the unresponsive walking corpse keeping his distance.

"Dempshey it doesn't vish to hear your threats, it only vants to feed on your warm
flesh, shtupid American." I burst out in laughter completely entertained with this
little show.

"Stop I don't want to do this!" He yelled at the zombie ignoring the Doctors
antagonizing.

"Oh Dempshey your patience vith the creature is so admirable, futile, but
admirable." I smirked.

"That's it!" Dempsey yelled firing a few bullets into the zombies' chest.

The zombie kept walking unfazed with Dempsey staring at it wide eyed.

"That should have killed it!" He said in disbelief.

"Aim for ze head." I piped in.

"Right." He said taking aim and firing.

After shooting it about five times in the head it finally dropped dead. I clapped
mockingly for him and he sent me a glare mixed with confusion, shock, and rage.

"What was that?" He yelled pointing at the corpse.

"A zombie." I yawned.

"A zombie?!" He screamed.

"I am not going to repeat myself." I said giving him a sharp look.

"I just killed a fucking zombie." He told himself in disbelief.

I rolled my eyes at him and continued my way through Der Reise.

"I feel so badass!" Dempsey smiled the fear and anger gone from his face.

"Congratulations." I sneered sarcastically.  "But you are not going to last long
vith zat vimpy gun of yours." I stated eyeing his colt.

"You don't know that." He huffed.

"Trust me, I do." I said trying to block out his annoying voice.

"You are just too jealous of my badass-ery." He smirked sending me a daring look.

I stared at the American. He was as "badass" as a suckling piglet. I mentally laughed at him and imagined throwing him down a flight of stairs.

"Dempshey, I hate you, I hate your ugly voice." I said returning to my emotionless state.