Nikolai Belinski blinked dazedly as he drug his fatigued body from the ground, raising his head experimentally to see the night sky. Instead of an eerily black sky with incandescent stars he saw the torn roofing of a theatre, choking back any yells of confusion he may have had. In turn he looked down upon the slumbering Takeo Masaki, Takeo's head resting lightly on the bottem step of a grand staircase, his legs tangled into the rubble that lined the floors.

"Wake up," Nikolai grunted, kicking his friend urgently with the tip of his blood spattered boot. Takeo lifted his head, feebly feeling along his face, tracing along the dried blood that lingered there. Mechanically he rose to his feet, dusting off his ragged clothing before looking at Nikolai, eyes pulsing with his fury and confusion.

"Where are we?" Takeo growled, reaching for the gun at his back instinctivally. The abandoned theatre seemed as though baring down upon them in a heinous hue, goosebumps raising along their necks.

"Kin Der Toten." Nikolai shivered, an automatic response to the deathly words. Takeo looked up, reloading in his haste and bringing the gun to the correct positioning in his hands.

"Just calm the fuc-" Takeo's words were halted as a large splintering resounded, followed by an emphatic moan. Nikolai looked up, forcefully yanking his own gun out of it's secure sheath, reloading the AK74u with fire alight in his eyes.

The first nazi came slowly, it's red eyes liie fluorescent gems in the darkness. It walked very jerkily, limping and moaning with each step. This corpse was covered in once battle attire, the material now slowly materializing into dust and revealing the dried, paper-like grey skin. A smile tugged at the corner of Takeo's mouth as his adrenaline kicked in, pulling the trigger of his Stakeout. The zombie died quickly, crumpling to the ground with a long groan.

"They are going to come by the thousands. We need to find a place to camp out and kill from a vantadge point. Therefore, we need to get moving, our ammo is all we have and it's running low." Nikolai instructed, and Takeo nodded in agreement, following at Nikolai's heels as they advanced up the staircase, breaking open the first door. Down below in the lobby, the boards that were nailed across the windows quickly began to be destroyed, the first several groups of zombies ascending through.

(Later)

"This should be a good enough spot," Nikolai yelled over the noise, shooting down a nazi and turning back to Takeo, who was building the windows efficiently.

"Just need to keep these damned zombies out and make sure they stay away from my vodka!" Nikolai then added, attempting to reload his gun. Instead of properly reloading, a spur of empty shells poured out and onto the ground with a series of clatters. Nikolai gave Takeo a frustrated glance, an ache in his heart as he pulled the metal canister of vodka from his belt and took a swig, throwing the expensive steel canister at a zombie, making it fall back with a hearty moan.

"Out of ammo!" Nikolai shouted, darting towards Takeo. "All I have is my melee,"

"Damnit. Get behind me." Takeo ordered, raising his shotgun, gun powder thick in the air as he shot down a wild group of zombies, two crawlers slowly edging at them. With an almost amusing air Nikolai knifed the crawlers, the blackish, foul-smelling liquid draining from their bodies. More or less likely, decaying blood. As another wave of zombies entered Takeo grinned, pulling the trigger. There was a steady click.

"Oh shit." Takeo grimaced, his gun out of ammo, and the zombies circling them.

"Fuck, Takeo run!" Nikolai shouted, dodging around the zombies with his knife clutched between his fingers. Takeo followed along beside him, shoving the zombies away in either direction as the two made their way out into the alley, breathing hard.

"We have no ammo, no vodka, and a thousand god damn zombies trying to kill us. What are we gonna do?" Takeo panted, leaning against the fence and wiping his sweat away with the back of his hand.

"Well, while we were running I saw a braker box, the main source to the electricity in this place. We should go and turn the electricity on." Nikolai mused, his voice stonily pained.

"Then we need to go and find it." Takeo hissed, and the two set off back into the theatre, their sprints growing sluggish as they grew more and more exhausted.

"What in the hell was that?" Nikolai blurted as a veil of mist seemed to surround them, the zombies that had been chasing them suddenly diverting directions and escaping the theatre as a series of howls began.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.. Hellhounds." Takeo whispered, "We need to get to the braker box, now!" Nikolai didn't halt to question, knowing Takeo was ranked as a captain, and if he told Nikolai to do something, he knew what he was doing. Then broke off again, darting up the stairs and through a series of rooms until they came upon a massive room, the size very disorienting.

"Go to the box! I'll hold them off as long as I can," Takeo snarled, lifting his knife as a series of odd shapes bolted into the room, their body structure somewhat the same as a canine's, a trail of fire lingering behind them as they ran with advanced speed and agility. Takeo lunged, stabbing the first in the eyes as it whined, backing away and attacking again. Nikolai flung himself at the braker box, struggling to open the heavy iron lid, the hinges rusted. Using his knife to pry it open, Nikolai rummadged with the brakers, flipping the main switch. A tongue of electricity burst from within the box and Nikolai flew back, the entire building lighting up in gold and then slowly fading away, the power on and the hellhounds gone. With a sigh of relief Nikolai drug himself to Takeo, reviving him and helping him to his feet.

"I think it's over.." He whispered, out of breath.

"N-no." Takeo mumbled, looking up in horror.

"What?" Nikolai responded, glaring at his friend, instead witnessing what Takeo was seeing. An entire army of zombies had entered the electricity room, slowly gaining on the two with malicious intent.

"Oh shit."