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He awoke to the sounds of wretched moaning and groaning. The moans droned on and on for what seemed like minutes. Staring at the chandelier, Tank tried to hop up, but was restricted. From above, evil, maniacal laughter could be heard. As Dempsey sat up, he noticed ropes were tying him down.

"So this is what it's like to be tied down to train tracks," he choked. A M1911 seemed to be sitting on a podium above him. The moaning got louder; closer to Tank. All of a sudden, he felt an arm hit him from behind.

"American! What are you doing down there?" a voice with a heavy Russian accent interrogated. Without waiting for an answer, Nikolai flung himself down the stairs. He fired 3 semi-automatic rounds into the beast's heads, one after another. But the Russian warrior could not distract the zombies much longer. It wasn't long before he too got knocked over by one of the undead beasts.

"Run! I can handle these shit bags!" Dempsey roared. Without hesitation, Nikolai fled taking only half of the herd with him.

"Don't wear a speedo to a grown man's pool party, freak bags!" Dempsey exclaimed. He managed to get his knife from out of his belt, but the zombies were closing in, and quickly. With a swift, sharp motion of his hand, he cut one of the ropes of his legs. Then another, and his left legs was free. The laughing sounded again, as if on cue, as a zombie hit him from in front. He kicked it away to buy time, and using the time wisely cut his other leg free.

"Freakin' zombies, you never give up do you?" Dempsey groaned deeply as he cut his left hand free. But the zombies were crowding now. There were too many to kick away, and the M1911 seemed farther than the sun now. But he flipped the knife up, caught it with his left hand, and thrust it downwards into the two ropes.

"2 birds, 1 stone," Dempsey hopped into action. He dove towards the podium, grabbing the M1911 and sending a stack of papers flying as he did.

"Eat shit freakbags!" Dempsey opened fire on the swarm. But as he reloaded he backed into a wall. To his left there was a sofa, to his right and behind him were 2 walls, and dead ahead there were at least 20 zombies. Dempsey shot and stabbed, but he made a mistake while trying to send his knife into a zombies head. A hand shot out and grabbed him and fiercely pulled him into the pile. All of a sudden he heard music. Like a child's toy.

"Come here zombies! Let's be best friends!" he heard a high pitched voice call out. The zombies quickly let go and dispersed into the foyer where he heard

"Bye-bye!" in the same voice, then an ear-splitting explosion. He stood there stunned and beaten. He'd been milliseconds away from becoming a shit-eating freakbag, but someone had saved his damned life. That someone emerged from the smoke.

"American. It seems I am always saving your sorry ass," Nikolai laughed.

"Ah, shut up. The fuckers caught me napping," Dempsey defended himself.

"Why are we standing here talking? We gotta get you a gun!" Nikolai shouted joyfully. The two moved quickly through the foyer room. They went downstairs two at a time. Dempsey stopped at an MP40 but Nikolai shook his head and moved on. The finally arrived at their destination: The Stage. Nikolai pointed, and Dempsey moved on up to a crate with two question marks on it. He inserted a coin, flipped the latch, and watched in awe as marvelous weapons cycled. Finally it stopped, and Dempsey's eyes got wide.

"What are the chances?" He whispered to himself.