Nacht der Untoten. FOREVER. Me and two friends were playing it and we were rocking the second floor. One of my freinds had the freaking LASER GUN! Anyone who doesn't play COD:5 should get the awesomness of that by name alone. Remember this is like WW2. So the laser gun guy was holding the stairs, while one of my other friends and me were taking the lower floor. Me with my Colt, and him with his double barreled shotgun.
It's such a shame we weren't watching the secret passageway.
Now the Colt, you understand can take most zombies out in one bodyshot. My friend was taken down from behind. Two red flashes and he was down. His vision was grey. He unloaded his full pistol clip into the zombies that had stuck him down so cruelly. My laser gun friend, now with no-one to help wtem the tide of zombies, fell, dashed to the ground.
I can still hear the screams.
I was the only one left. With only a Colt that was rapidly becoming useless in the onslaught, I stood alone, my friends bodies just beyond my reach, and even if I was right next to them. I wouldn't have enough time to wake them before the zombies would take me too. I fought them as best I could, but them the reloading, of my Colt, the slow agonising feeliing as I backpedaled from my persuers, my avatars clumsy fingers, dropping them clip and unloading a new one, every millisecond another second closer to death, and then the shock, as the red flash took over my screen, as the second one, so soon, took it again, and he falled to the waves of zombies slowly encroaching upon our sad abandoned base that had for such a short time been our home. A pitiously short time, as our bones were crunched upon to feed the zombies ravenous, insatiable hunger.
We were on round 11