This is my first Nazi Zombies FanFic! I tried to use as much description as I could, and I hope it turned out okay. So, yeah. Enjoy, and please review.

Edward Richtofen sighed, the electricity tickling his skin as he was teleported, once more, to a new area. Tank Dempsey was just plain old pissed off. He had escaped that place, Der Riese, only to be brought to here, wherever here was. Takeo Masaki was thinking about honor. And Nikolai Belinski was fingering his vodka.

They fell to the ground on a mainframe, as always, and looked around. They each noticed they were on the ground floor of a large place, with a small bar in one corner and a window in the other. Of course, the windows. That girl sure loved to play games. Once they turned away from the front wall, they noticed a pair of staircases hugging the walls. To the left there was another window, but to the right there was a door. Beneath the small, thin area above the stairs there was a pair of metal doors, too heavy to move. To the right of those doors there was another window, and to the left a door.

Richtofen frowned at this place. He had always know that the MDT was capable of travel, but this time it had felt… different. He walked over to a wall, the one with the window, not the bar, and saw that someone had scratched something into the wall, with a very sharp knife; "1960, Kino Der Toten". "Oh, my," the doctor muttered. "Theater of the Damned… BWAHAHAH! This should be very interesting."

Tank ignored the doctor's outburst and immediately walked over to the window, pulling a double-barrel shotgun off of it. "Hell-to-the-yes! Come here, freakbags! Let me introduce ya to Olympia!"

Takeo, meanwhile, had walked up the stairs to examine the rest of the room. He had seen the window, and walked over to the door, with it's ornate carvings in it. He ran a finger along these, finally turning to the left and noticing the M14. He took it and said, "An honorable weapon. I shall distribute honor!"

Nikolai walked straight to the bar, poured a bit of vodka into each shot glass he found, and began to drink. Heavily. Soon he was swaying dangerously, and struggled up the stairs to grab the rifle. "Snipers may wear diapers, but we get all the ladies, eh?" He had addressed this comment to Takeo, who, disgusted by his breath, pushed him down the stairs.

"My minions! THEY COME TO ME!" Richtofen shouted, grasping his pistol and running over to the left-most window in the room. He was soon firing his M1911 at the approaching figures. Sure enough, hordes of zombies were swarming the theater.

"Aw, hell-to-the-yes!" Dempsey shouted again. "Let's do this shit!" He didn't even wait for them to get close before he was firing off shots from the window nearest his Olympia, loving every second of his killing spree.

Nikolai groaned, stumbling over to the window below the stairs and aiming through blurred vision. He was picking them off, too, and he shouted, "Come on! You cannot even kill a drunk Soviet!"

Takeo stayed at his window and crouched, coolly taking aim and getting headshots galore. "You have no honor. I shall give you honor… in death."

After a few minutes passed uneventfully, Richtofen sighed. "I HAVE NO AMMO!" he screamed, backing away from his window and allowing his 'minions' to break through the barrier.

"Doc! The hell you doing?" Tank screamed, barely fending off his horde as it was.

"Silence, Dempshey! I am giving my minions zeir DEATHS!" With that, the doctor rushed at them and began plunging his knife in and out of the undead flesh addicts. "All hail ze fuehrer!" he sang, as he distributed a second death to all of his creations.

"You have much honor, doctor!" Takeo shouted, noting Richtofen's killing spree on the ground as he calmly kept his area clean.

Meanwhile, Nikolai's aim was getting worse. He had had several near-break-ins, and was getting worried. "Uh, hey guys! I may need some help over here!"

"Vhat is that, Russian? You are scared and vish to run? OKAY!" Richtofen turned and lobbed a grenade at Nikolai, who proceeded to run like hell out of his little alcove. He dove for cover as the frag exploded, pieces of debris showering him as he lay there. Richtofen didn't even pause in killing his zombies, and he was actually driving them back. That's just insane.

The flow of zombies gradually slowed to a trickle, then stopped all together. "Zhe more advanced forms of my minions have been coming. Ve should move on, find some better veapons before ve are completely over-run." They regrouped in the center of the room, right near the mainframe. Nikolai sat down and rubbed his temples as everyone else stood and talked.

"I agree with the doc. I found more ammo for my shotgun, but this… it seems to be getting weaker."

"I told you, Dempshey, ze zombies are getting stronger."

"Yeah, well, I still say we move. Which door do we take, though?"

That question was answered for them as the area above the stairs collapsed onto the ground below them. The frag had caused some structural support that had taken until now to make itself known; well, that was one less thing to argue about. They all headed upstairs and into the Upper Hall, a small area with a balcony and a hallway that leads to a large square area with a window and another door.

"I do not like ze looks of zhis room! It has portraits of US!" The doctor screamed this as he waved a hand at the right wall of the square area, which did indeed have portraits of each member in this room. There was also a blank one, which no one examined closely.

They quickly opened the door to the left of the square area, finding themselves in a Foyer. This room had the same two staircases as the earlier one, but it was much larger. It had a small square room off to the left side, this one with yet another shotgun and another window. To the right, there was another window, this time on the floor, with an MP40 next to it. The ground floor was a large area with a door to the front and another window to the back. There was a table with chairs and… a turret stacked on top of it.

"Aw, HELL YES!" Tank shouted, grabbing the shotgun and eyeing the turret wistfully.

"Powapowapowapowapowa! We must turn on ze powa for ze turret to work!" Richtofen shouted as he grabbed the MP40 and manned his window.

Takeo and Nikolai kept their M14s, odd choices in the other's opinions, and guarded the stairs. Soon, they all heard the usual moans and screams echoing throughout the building. "Here come the beasts of dishonor!" Takeo shouted, leveling the rifle against his shoulder. Nikolai simply grunted and raised his weapon as well.

"My minions! ZEY RETURN TO ME!" Richtofen was overjoyed and started randomly throwing grenades through his window.

I hate to have to threaten you like this, but Nikolai gave me a message: "Review or I will stab you with broken wodka (Wodka not Vodka) bottle!"
He has slight drinking problems, eh?