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"Undead apocalypse and all we get are pistols? Great, just fucking great!" Dempsey commented, his M1911 doing its signature discharging sound as the zombies outside the window fell over, dead once more.
"And to think, we came for you, Richtofen!" Nikolai added, his own pistol discharging into a zombie clawing at him through the window.
"And you know vat? Zese zombies used to be ze Jap's allies!" Richtofen said out of nowhere.
"These were never my allies, Richtofen, they came here to help you, dishonoring themselves by becoming undead!" Takeo shot back.
Everyone soon noticed the lack of zombies and realized they had no clue what the room they were in was like, and began looking around.
"Chalk? Who draws guns with chalk?" Dempsey asked nobody in particular, tracing his hand over the chalk outline of an unfamiliar gun.
The chalk outline suddenly sprung out, and the weapon dropped out of the wall and landed on his toe, breaking into irreparable pieces.
"OW!" the American yelled, crouching down and clutching his right foot.
"Ah, serves you right, Averican!" Richtofen yelled, proceeding to collapse into a fit of laughter.
"'Ey guys, what is this Mule Kick drink? Is not vodka, so I have never tasted it." Nikolai interrupted, knocking his gloved fist on the Mule Kick machine in the corner.
"With a name like that, it must be dishonorable. Why is it in here, so easy to get?" Takeo speculated, walking over to the Russian and examining the machine.
"Hey, hey, back up Jap, this is my machine!" Nikolai suddenly yelled, wrapping his arms around the green machine.
"If you two vill excuse me, I vight take a look at dis strange vachine." Richtofen stopped their argument before it started, striding over to the machine.
"It ish obvioushly a perk, you knumbshkulls!" Richtofen said after a few seconds, pointing to the slot for a coin.
"Dempshey, dis vachine takes Averican coins. Give ve vone!" Richtofen continued, turning to the marine who was still clutching his foot.
"Um, I don't carry coins in my pockets, I carry dollars like a real man!" Dempsey said back, attempting to stand.
He leaned over to steady himself on the a nearby box, and an unseen radio clattered to the floor, turning itself on and causing loud static to fill their ears.
"Ah, sounds like third wife!" Nikolai commented, clutching the wrapping around his head.
"Who dares make such a dishonorable noise!" Takeo exclaimed, and, for a moment, considered using his katana to silence the radio that was causing him so much pain.
"Dempshey, make yourself usheful and silence that infernal noise, vould you!" Richtofen demanded, clutching his ears.
Dempsey simply kicked the radio, and it instantly silenced itself. Probably broken.
"Shit. I will probably never hear properly again..." Nikolai said.
"Ah, that was nothing, you drunk." Dempsey commented to the Russian, who did not reply.
"After that, I need vodka!" The Russian said a few moments later, his trusty vodka bottle replacing his M1911.
"Nikolai, why must you always dishonor yourself with the vodka?" Takeo asked in a mocking tone, but he was genuinely wondering what made the Russian like the drink so much.
"If I am dishonoring myself, then so be it, my Japanese ally!" Nikolai replied cheerfully, his vodka bottle now half empty.
"Zis is de team that those genius commanders zent to zave me? Ve are fucked!" Richtofen spoke to himself.
Dempsey found it odd, but then remembered the Doc was insane, so he let it go without comment.
"Ahem. I didn't know if the rest of you noticed, but we have an absence of certain marrow maggots that we all love and enjoy, and I think we'd better make use of it." Dempsey said.
"Oh, and how would you suggest we do that, American?" Takeo asked, his katana swinging to the floor.
"Well, we could take our time and unbar the room next to us, or we could move the barricade on the stairs next to us, your pick." Dempsey moved over towards the barred room, and looked up, seeing a man hanging from a parachute.
"Oh, hey there Frank, how are you?" He called up to the dead man, who continued to sway in the wind.
Nikolai, in his drunk state, half expected to see the man hanging from the parachute talk back, answering how he was, and asking Dempsey the same question.
The drunk Russian looked at his vodka bottle and decided he'd had enough for the moment. He couldn't let the others know that, though.
"Ah, this vodka brings me so much joy in these dark times!" He suddenly yelled, his vodka bottle high in the air as he down one more dose before the bottle went back in his pack with the five other emergency vodkas.
"Again vit de vodka, Russian?" Richtofen asked, nearly face-palming as he looked at the Russian beside him.
"Anyways, Dempshey, vhere is my vucking coin?" He turned to the American, who was now staring into the next room barred from them.
"I said I don't have any! What are you, deaf and a Nazi!" Dempsey yelled back, not even bothering to turn and look at the German.
"Oh, look here, der is a slot for paper moneys, too." The Doctor said, pointing at the slot above the coin slot.
"I don't carry dollar bills." The American replied.
"It takes all kinds."
"Damn you, German Engineering!" Dempsey cursed the men he thought made the machine in the corner.
"Okay, vho is going to be ze guinea pig for zis test?" The German asked as Dempsey began walking over to them.
"Allow me, I need something to wash this vodka down." Nikolai instantly volunteered, his hand raised like a child in school.
"Dempshey, buy our Russian ally here a drink to vash down his repulsive alcoholic drink." Richtofen said, stepping out of the way for the marine.
"This better be worth it..." Dempsey left the sentence unfinished, unsure whether he wanted to finish it in a threat, or a promise of a refund from the insane German next to him.
The bill he'd inserted was a five, so five bottles poured out from the machine. The slot overloaded, so the first bottle clattered out, nearly cracking a hole in the bottle.
"Shit. That better still be good." Dempsey commented, reaching down and picking up the cracked bottle.
He handed it to Nikolai and said, "All right, Nik. You survive, and you'll be my new best friend." Dempsey wasn't sure if he was serious or not, but knowing Richtofen, this could do anything.
"Okay, bottoms up!" The Russian said before downing the entire bottle, then placing it on top of the Mule Kick machine.
"How does it taste, my brave and honorable ally?" Takeo asked the Russian.
"Tastes... Different. I feel... Stronger, as if I could carry gallons and gallons of vodka!" The Russian replied, giving a small grin.
"So, who's next, then?" Dempsey said, his eyes wandering to Richtofen, who was now opening his bottle.
"Vine, Averican. I vill taste it next." The German said, scowling.
Richtofen downed the bottle slower than their Russian ally, but came out with the same effects.
"I will go next, or my honor will be at stake!" Takeo cried, opening the third bottle and downing it.
Dempsey go the same results as all of the others, though he thought the drink could use more... bad-ass. He kept that to himself.
The fifth bottle was all that was left, so he picked it up and handed it to Nikolai.
"Stow this in that magic backpack of yours, bud." He said.
"Okay, but I make no promises it will still be here." The Russian replied.
"So, Nikolai, Richtofen, you guys should try and break the bars to that next room, Tak and I will try and clear the stairs." Dempsey said after a few moments of silence between the four.
"Vine, but don't cry to me vhen you break a bone moving that debris." Richtofen commented.
Nikolai and Richtofen moved over to the barred wall, while Takeo and Dempsey began removing the debris.
After a few minutes of this, Takeo asked a question that he had been juggling in his head for a few moments.
"Tank. This name you called me before, 'Tak.' What does it mean?" Takeo asked the American next to him as he struggled to remove a barrel. He'd used the man's first name to catch his attention better.
"Oh, that? That's just a nickname. You know, a shortened or longer version of someone's name that you usually say if you think of them as a... I don't know... Friend, I guess." Dempsey replied, kicking the barrel Takeo was struggling with, making it loose enough for him to remove and toss to the side.
"You think of me as a friend? We barely know each other." The Jap's tone wasn't in outrage, rather curiousness.
"Well, you're the only one here besides me who doesn't completely annoy the shit out of me, so, I guess so." Dempsey replied.
"True, true." Takeo got quiet after that. In truth, he found the American to be the only other person here who actually realized their danger, but he also found him loud and annoying, his jokes not as funny as he thought they were at most times.
"Finally!" Dempsey exclaimed, the last wooden debris in front of them had been removed, and Tank was moving down the stairs.
"WHOOOOOOOO!" Dempsey stopped as he heard a voice from above.
"Doc, what happened!" He yelled up to Richtofen, assuming Nikolai had done something in his drunk state.
"Our lovable Russian has vound ze zip-line!' He yelled back.
"Well, that's great..." He said under his breath, "Doc, come down here, we'll try and find Nikolai!' He yelled back up, hoping the Doc would come down and help them look for a door to their Russian ally.
"I am coming, Dempshey!" So he actually listened this time.
Dempsey and Takeo walked down the stairs, Richtofen's footsteps not far behind.
"What the fuck is that, Richtofen!" Dempsey said, suddenly stopping.
In the corner to their left was a glowing box with three question marks alternating colors from white then back to gold. The front had a latch on it, suggesting it held something of value.
"Ah, so zis is vhere you went, box." The German didn't answer, just strode over to the glowing box, and unlatched it.
"Whoa!" Dempsey wasn't prepared for what happened next.
An array of weapons had risen from the box, cycling quickly. Dempsey saw a Thompson, then an M1 Garand, and he was lost in the rest of the weapons, most foreign to him. The box slowed and finally settled on an M1 Garand again, that began slowly moving down towards the straw below.
"Vuck! An American weapon. Dempsey, take this filth and use it yourself!" The German backed away from the box, motioning for Dempsey to take the weapon.
"Oh, yea, this is power." He commented, taking the weapon from the box and realized a bandolier of Garand ammunition had appeared around his upper body.
"Free ammo, too? Fuck yes!" He yelled, loading the rifle with a seven round clip.
"A little help here, yes?" Nikolai's voice entered all of their ears.
"This way." Takeo said, running through the nearest door and turning left, where they could see tables stacked against a door, Nikolai's head visible through small shutters.
"Hang on, buddy, we'll get ya!" Dempsey said, grasping the table on top.
Of course, that's when the roars and moaning had started.
"You back for more, marrow maggots?" He asked the air, letting go of the table and turning around, all ready aiming down the sights of the rifle.
"Doc, give Tak your gun, now!" He ordered, an idea coming into his head as he heard wood tearing away from wood.
"My personal protection? Never!" He replied, hiding the M1911 behind his back.
"Give it to him, now! Then get to work on the tables to help our friend back there!" He ordered, about to pull out his knife and stab the stubborn German behind him.
"Vine, vine..." He replied, hearing the anger in the marine's voice. He handed Takeo his pistol, and began moving the tables.
"Nikolai, take this." Dempsey suddenly said, turning around and sliding his M1911 through the shutter to the Russian looking at them through the small slots.
"Two weapons? My aim will be up to Russian standards now!" the Russian's joke didn't make any of them laugh.
"Just stay alive until we get to you, Nik, then you can try and joke." Dempsey said, crouching down to steady himself.
"Dempsey, if you kill more than me, I shall bestow more honor upon you." Takeo offered.
"Challenge accepted, Tak." Dempsey replied.