Origins

CHAPTER ONE

     Before I start anything, I am not going to type out Ricky-tofens accent. I don't have the patience. Plus when I read some of the others on here, it confuses the hell out of me and really destroys the groove of the story if I'm stuck trying to decipher what's going on. Just thought I'd say that. Enjoy :)
     Also, for anyone who doesn't know and for some reason decided to read this, Richtofen is German. Nikolai is Russian, and Takeo is Japanese. And ya boi Dempsey is American. Also note that Origins takes place in 1918 aka the end of WWI.

    "GO GO GO- NO!!!" I scream at my TV that reads 'You have survived 31 rounds'. That was the first time I've ever made it that far on Origins! Hell, it's the farthest I've ever made on zombies period. Ugh, Call of Duty stresses me out when it should be doing the opposite; it's should make me forget my stresses for a while. My sorrowful thoughts are interrupted by my friend laughing really hard. He's almost wheezing. "What's so funny?" I pout feeling like he's making fun of me.
    "YOU, of all people, died!" He teased before laughing again.
    "Shuddup, Cameron," I mumble, slightly disappointed in myself. I really wanted this to be a long game. Okay.. a longer game.
    "Listen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad; You did a great job carrying us." I laugh at that. Out of all my friends on the PlayStation, I'm the one that knows where everything is, where to get stuff, and how to get us out of sticky situations. Black Ops 2 Zombies is my religion. Obviously, my "religious practices" didn't come into play this game.
    I smile in pride, "Thank you. You are forgiven." We both chuckle, "but I'm going to bed. It's late, so you should too."
    "Yeah, yeah, mom." He teases before we say our goodbyes.
    I lean back onto my bed thinking about Origins. Sometimes, I wish I could meet the original four. Wouldn't that be fucking awesome? Having Dempsey being an asshole, but all in good fun. Having conversations with Takeo about how much we hate people. Even though I know nothing about alcohol, talking to Nikolai about Vodka. Now that I think about it, that's 1.0 Nikolai. Lastly, meeting the Richtofen who hadn't had a mental break with reality. I sigh. Only in my dreams.. I think as I drift off unintentionally.

    I yawn while sitting up, stretching my arms out, but I'm interrupted by feeling cold metal on the center of my forehead. My eyes shoot open as my whole body freezes. I go cross eyed looking at what I find out to be a pistol pointed at me. My eyes travel up the persons arm to find- Dempsey? I'm dreaming..
    "Who are you? How did you get here?" He questions pushing the pistol further into my forehead.
    I gulp, "I'm Aoife, (pronounced: ee-fuh) and I have no idea how I got here. Please, believe me."
    He stares into my eyes, trying to read me. I mean, he can go ahead, all he is going to find is fear and reassurance. Weird combination, but it's true. I'm afraid because I'm trapped in a game, but I'm reassured because I know the original four know what they're doing. To an extent. He grunts, urgency in his voice, dropping his arm to his side. "Listen to me, we don't have time. I'm Dempsey, now do you know how to handle a gun?"
    A little more than I'd like to admit. And I may or may not have learned how to use a gun because of Call of Duty. But I don't say that, I only nod.
    "Good, here." He hands me a Remington 870 MCS. This is a fucking chill ass shotgun. "We need to get out of here and meet up with my group."
Again, I nod as he helps me off the ground. I take a second to look around, scanning where we are. If I remember correctly, we are at generator 5. I notice Stamin-up, so I know we are at gen 5. I look passed the generator to see that Odin (the big robot) is on his way to fuck our lives up. "Um if we're leaving, we might want to do it now."
    He turns to me then looks to where I'm pointing making his eyes widen. "Shit. Come on!"
    He grabs my wrist dragging me along with him and pretty much giving me an Indian rug burn. I struggle to keep up, since he's taller and has more leg length, but I know I need to or else I will be crushed. I push myself to run, somehow running faster than he was but not without a price. My legs were on fire! He picks it up too and by the time we are out of the Robots footprint, the robot steps down. (There are three Robots that walk around the map. Freya, Odin, and Thor in that order if you're looking from Gen 4 to Gen 5, opposite ends of the map. They make footprints because they weigh probably over 100,000 tons. They step in the same footprints too.)
    I run to the side, so the robot won't kick me when he goes to step again. Dempsey follows my lead, getting there right before the Robot moves. I fall into the mud, not even giving a fuck that I'm going to get all dirty. "Fuck. That was terrible."
    "Well get ready for some more terrible shit." He says looking passed me. I look where he's looking and see a shit-ton of zombies heading towards us.
    Fuck.
    I cock my Remington letting the zombies get close enough for me to kill them. Tank (Dempsey's first name, more like a nickname) has a machine gun, so he doesn't do that. He shoots the ones far away while I shoot the ones close. When the ones close die out, I turn towards Dempsey to see some zombies behind him, ready to swing at him. Instead of telling him to turn around and get them, I go behind him and fire at them myself- even knifing a few. I want to prove myself if I'm going to be with the Original Four.
    After successfully clearing the freak-o-lopes out, I turn towards Dempsey seeing him looking at me, smiling. "That was good, kid. You're a natural."
    Holy shit. You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear those words. I didn't even know I needed to hear those words until they were said. And coming from Tank Dempsey? My fucking homie? Yeah, it was amazing. I grin at him, letting my pride in his words show. "Thank you."
    He chuckles, "now that the zom-bitches have calmed down a little," I laugh hard, making a wheezy sound come out, at 'zom-bitches' making him smile. I guess none of the others appreciate his jokes. "We need to get to the rest."
    I silently nod in agreement making him lead the way.