Hello Everyone! This is my first COD: Zombies fanfiction. I hope you all enjoy and give it a chance! :)

~ Mac

"Hello, Dr. Richtofen, it's high time that I finally meet our newest member of Group 935." Dr. Ludvig Maxis spoke in gentle voice to me.

"The pleasure is mine, Dr. Maxis." I said nicely. It was my first day in Northern France since I left my home in Germany. I am the newest member of group 935, a secret society in which elaborate research on military weapons is done. Dr. Maxis, head of the program, was giving me a tour of the facilities.

"I'm sure that you will enjoy your stay here in Northern France. It really is a very nice place." Dr. Maxis lead me down a dark hallway, engaging in polite conversation.

"It seems that way." I replied rather gloomily, remembering my large home in Germany, and the beautiful sights it had to offer. I knew it would be a long time before I saw it again.

"Welcome to the lab, Dr. Richtofen. For now, this is where you will most likely be spending most of your time." Maxis lead me into a gigantic room, filled with people in white lab coats and tons of science equipment. The view was breathtaking, to say the least.

"It's fascinating..." I marveled, speechless at the sight.

"Your reaction is cliche of those who first come here," Maxis said, chuckling. "Come. Let me show you the other rooms."

I followed Maxis further down the hallway, stopping at a room with glass in front of it. I watched a person on the inside as he injected a vial of purple liquid into the other man's arm.

"The Injection Room." Maxis said bluntly.

No reaction to the serum seemed to have occurred, but perhaps this observation was only in accordance to the man's surface. Perhaps something was happening inside of him.

Maxis and I continued walking down the corridor. Stopping to look at his watch, Maxis's eyes popped as he looked at the time.

"Oh dear, I'm nearly late for an important meeting. I'm sorry, Richtofen, I'm afraid that I'll have to cut our tour a bit short. Let me give you the address of your house."

"House?" I questioned.

"But of course! You didn't think we would leave you to find your own? Here." He took out a piece of paper and a pen and scribbled down an address. He hastily handed it to me.

"Take tonight to rest. Be here by 8:00 a.m. Tomorrow morning. I must go now. Have a good day!" He rushed off in the opposite direction, disappearing around the corner.

An entire house to myself? It seemed to good to be true. Nevertheless, I found the exit of the facility and headed out onto the street. The facility was in a very secluded part of Northern France, and the entire town that it was based in was owned by Group 935. Since the address didn't seem too far away, I decided to get directions and walk.

"Excuse me, sir," I said, walking up to a guard who was conviniently standing on the street corner. "Do you know how to get here?" I held up the paper so that he could see.

He gave a confused look. "That's only a few blocks from here, sir. Just take a left at that intersection over there and keep going." He said pointing to an intersection a block away.

"Thank you, sir." I waved goodbye and walked off in that direction, suitcase in hand. At the intersection, I took a left, as the guard had advised. The autumn breeze blew my black hair and gray trench coat back as I strolled along, taking in the scenery of Northern France. Within 10 minutes, I had arrived at my house, supposedly.

"1251 Brittlestone Avenue." I read to myself as I pat the mailbox. The house was huge, nearly as big as my house in Germany. Was it truly all mine? Without having to pay a dime!?

The house was made of red brick, and looked very new. The front yard was mowed very neatly, aside from a few autumn leaves straggling in the grass from here to there. It looked to have about three stories, and it was truly beautiful.

Leading up to the front door were a few concrete steps, accompanied by a metal handrail. I walked cautiously up the stairs, ringing the doorbell, as if someone would answer. When nobody came, I placed my hand on the door handle, pushing it downwards. But it wouldn't budge. The door was locked from the inside!

Had Maxis forgotten to give me the key, or was this some prank? I turned around frustratedly, grunting a bit. I plopped down on the steps, pondering on what to do next.

Suddenly, I heard the familiar creak of a door opening behind me. I stood up abruptly, a confused look on my face. What I saw mezmorized me, and confused me at the same time.

A beautiful woman with long caramel colored hair stood before me in a long black dress with black leggings under it. She also wore a pair of black boots which came to her knees. She was curvy in all the right places. She had to be at least four or five inches shorter than I, who towered at 6 feet and 1 inch. Under her left eye, there was a beauty mark. In taking this in, my hazel eyes met her dazzling, bright blue ones, and a light blush formed on her checks.

"Mr. Richtofen?" She asked a little nervously. Immediately, I noticed that she did not have a German accent like me, but an American accent... What was she doing here?

I continued to stare at her. "That's me..." I confirmed, giving her a questioning look.

She swung open the door, inviting me inside. "Well in that case..." She walked to the middle of the gigantic room with wooden floors and a staircase as I stepped through the doorframe. "Welcome home." She enthused, throwing her hands in the air.