The last human

Prologue

Germany 1945

The mainframe flashed to life hours after Doctor Richtofen, Takeo Masaki and Nikolai Belinski were slaughtered by the undead hordes that have completely taken Der Riese. The first and only living member of the team: Tank Dempsey was standing in the middle as the light died down, falling to his knees in defeat Dempsey gritted his teeth together in rage. Everyone except him were dead. They failed, and he wasn't able to do anything about it. He had no chance of stopping the zombie horde by his own now and soon they'll return to finish the job. Getting on his feet Dempsey unholstered his M1911A1, and aimed the weapon at one of two corpses that were a few meters away from him. They were killed by zombies' and soon they would rise as them. Ironic really, becoming the very thing you tired so hard to purge from the face of the earth. As much as he hated them, they deserved better than this, to be at piece rather a walking corpse bent on eating flesh. He pulled the trigger putting a bullet inside the corpses forehead, then he had done the same to the other.

He sadly looked at them as he holstered his pistol and sighed depressingly to himself before walking down the steps.

'At least they'll be at peice now, instead of being one of them.' The lone marine thought with a bitter taste in his mouth.

Killing people he didn't know he had no problem doing, but putting a bullet in the head of someone he knew? That was different. He looked at the clock that always seemed to be stuck on a certain number; one of the fingers on the dam thing would move forwards for a few moments before jumping back to where it was. It was never known how long the clock was like this, but without the power itself on; it was still going. So, theoretically the clock could have been like this for years. He exited the mainframe area and was now heading towards the furnace; he didn't like being weaponless even if he technically wasn't. Having two or three weapons was better than none. He grabbed a double barrel shotgun and Thompson, grabbing twenty magazines and eighty shotgun shells in the process. He bent the end of the barrel of his shotgun, opening it and slipping in two shells before closing it. He did the same for the same for his Thompson, placing his magazine inside the bottom slot of his SMG before pulling a small lever on the side, locking it in place.

He spent the first five minutes searching for other weapons; and to his astonishment found an upgraded MG42 and Browning on the mainframe itself. He gave himself a facepalm for his stupidity and grunted when he slung the two weapons over his shoulder, he never knew how he managed to carry over five weapons and not pass out from the combined weight it gave him. Then again, he was fighting zombies for the past two years AND he came in contact with a very strange element that reanimated the dead a few times in the past. Now that he thought of it, once he did come in contact with that giant rock it made him feel different...

Finishing his weapon hunt he decided to think his next move. Being alone and heavily outnumbered was a problem for him, and with him carrying six weapons, two of them being heavy weaponry it slowed him down drastically. He could radio for help, but that would take up valuable time and it would be days, weeks away before he got a reply. When an annouchment came through the speakers thoughout the entire complex an idea hit him.

'Rerouting power to stasis chamber, preparing for activation...'

Dempsey heard stories from Richtofen about this 'stasis chamber' from his time in Japan. Theoretically the person within would be frozen; preserving them throughout the years. Possably centuries' but there were downsides to this. There was an eighty percent chance that the user within would never wake up once the camber was powered up. And there was a twenty percent that the person would come out fine. However, not even the mad Doctor himself, knew if any weapons would be useable once inside. And Dempsey hating the zombies so much and getting tired of fighting them figured he had nothing to lose and quickly made his way towards one of the corridors that had broken windows, doors and hedges.

Following a certain set of cable cords that had eletricity sparking through them Dempsey saw them disappear through a half torn door. Curiousity got the better of him, and stepping over the remains he scanned the room with his Thompson before staring in shock at multiple machines that were lined together. The machines had the 935 symbol planted on the doors of the machine that were standing side by side throughout the entire room. They were massive, not as big as the teleporters themselves but still, they were MASSIVE! Approching one of them in awe; Dempsey placed one of his hands on one of the machines as he examaned the area with interest. There was a radio nearby that lay on a table. Might as well listen to it before deciding what else to do.

He turned it on, and with a hiss the recording began.

'Recording one: Doctor Maxis and Edward has tasked us with the creation of the stasis chambers. Great machines that would enable the person within to be frozen, and stay perserved for a long amount of time. However, with the danger it has against us many people were killed as a result. And so, our development on this as been postphoned. There are times when some of us here, including Edward himself have been working on this project. And we are so close to getting it working... only time will tell...'

Dempsey frowned as he glanced at the machine closest to him spark to life. Then he remembered, a few minutes ago the speakers said that the chamber was given power. He began to wonder if he should get inside and be frozen for who knows low long, or stay out and get overwelmed by the zombies.

He choose to get inside, at least that way if he'll die frozen he won;t feel a thing. Sighing heavily, Dempsey took one last long look at the room he was in before stepping inside the Stasis itself. The door slowly closed behind him as Dempsey turned. Once the door was sealed Dempsey could still see the outside, but barely. Almost instantly Dempsey felt ice cold liquid spray against his clothes and skin; he didn't have the time to react, within seconds he felt felt his body heat escape his body he stood still, shivering as he saw his vision go dark on him.

Dempsey would be trapped in stasis for a million years, and would awaken in a time where humans, were stories of myth and legend. The human race except for him, were all but wiped out of exstance...