Falling back onto the stage of the decaying and destroyed theatre, Nikolai turned, briefly taking a break from murdering the masses of the undead. Running back towards the mystery box, passing his teammates, he reloaded his AK-47. He was short on clips, only a couple left. But worse than that, he felt himself sobering up, and he knew that killing zombies while being drunk was what made it half the fun, otherwise he might go insane – like Richtofen.
Tagging the mystery box, Nikolai turned just in time as a maggot-ridden corpse lurched at him from the right. Springing back in surprise, he brought his AK up and fired half the clip into the mid-section of the zombie, completely tearing the upper half of the undead from the lower. Still, the determined flesh eater crawled forth.
"Die! You smell like rotten meat!" Nikolai shouted, bringing his knife up and jamming it into the skull of the zombie, until it fell over onto the floor, dead.
Turning, Nikolai blinked twice, staring at what the mystery box had presented. When he realized it was real, he dropped his gun and fell to his knees. He could not believe it. God, or that little demon girl, clearly had heard his cry for help, or simply realized what the best weapon was, for there, floating in the mystery box's yellow hue, was the most glorious sight Nikolai had ever seen...
Vodka.
A full bottle of Vodka.
Picking up the Vodka, he twisted the cap off and shouted, before downing a small bit. "Woo! Zhis is like Christmas in summer, or, er, however you Americans say!" Nikolai shouted in joy.
Off in the far distance, a distorted, demented laugh from Samantha was heard.