Tank Dempsey was bored out of his wits. He never though this could happen: they'd ran out of zombies. Sure, he'd made assurances that all those gut-bag-maggot-whores would go back in the ground, but he'd never expected them to be gone completely, just put down until the next game- Treyarch always had a plot loophole or something that assured that. Still, that could be a long time away. He had a lot of time on his hands. And, as of five minutes ago, he'd done everything on this moon base except his three "friends" Richtofen, Nikolai and Takeo - he thanked god that the one writing this wasn't that type of author- a thousand times over, and it was starting to get stale. He was sure he wasn't the only one with these thoughts. Samantha was back in her pyramid, but her voice was still reverberating through the moon base
"Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Booored BOOOORED!" was all that could be heard in the moon base. Nikolai started joining in between swigs of vodka. One more word from