Creative Writing: Zombie Apocalypse

It was another terrible day. It has been more than five years since the zombie apocalypse began. Normally on a day like this, it would smell like flowers, and sometimes car smoke when cars passed by, but when the zombies came, it always smelled like a dead body. Outside, the only sound you heard were the dead wind, and a zombie would make a sound every now and then. The sky was rarely blue anymore, it was always a dark grey sky. Food now was very hard to find, and when you did find some, it tasted like dog food. Besides all of that, everything else was fine. Dr. Richtofen, a German scientist with black slicked back hair, and about six feet tall, is in his lab finishing his teleporter. Sometimes a zombie would walk into the room, but Richtofen was able to kill them easily. He knew that the reason they were here because of him. If he just left the unknown element alone, none of this would of happened. Richtofen needed to find out where the other German scientist went before he could do anything bad.
Richtofen walked up to the man and woke him up. The man said “What happened? Who are you? Are you another German scientist to steal more stuff?”
“Not to fear sir, I am not crazy, but I am a scientist. What happened when the scientist came in here?” Richtofen asked.
“Well crazy german came in here saying he was looking for a uh, fuse or something. We had one and he found it. I was hiding before he came up to me and knocked me out,” the man said.
“Strange, I wonder what he needs a fuse for? Do you know where he went, and I’m Dr. Richtofen, who are you?” Richtofen said.
“He was talking to himself saying something about a World War 2 or something, something like 1942, and my name is Nikolai,” Nikolai said.
“World War 2, that can’t be good. Nikolai, I need you to come with me, World War 2 is not a one man job.” Richtofen