The German and the woman ran towards the gunfire coming from one of the other three men. The man had a firm grip on her wrist as he practically dragged her towards safety away from the Hellhounds.
"Slow down! I'm barely keeping up!" She pleaded. Richtofen knew she must be freezing now since she was away from the furnace. He took a quick glance at her and cringed internally as he saw her bare feet covered in snow and dirt.
"Nein. We must stay ahead of them. I do not have the proper weaponry to protect us both from the beasts at the moment." He laughed nervously. They both screamed when one of the creatures spawned right in front of the two. It growled and snarled at them, stalking forward.
Before it could make a move on the pair, it exploded causing the woman to shriek. It left behind a green, glowing ammo box. The man walked into it and it disappeared.
"MAX AMMO." The demonic voice announced.
Dempsey ran to them. "You're lucky I had a sniper to take that mutt out."
"Danke, Dempsey. How will I ever repay you?" Richtofen said, sarcastically. He was actually thankful for the help but of course he wouldn't let the Marine know that.
"I didn't do it for you." He looked at the woman standing next to the Doctor. "Are you okay?"
"Y-Yeah." She stuttered, eyes wide. Her lip trembled before she shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"
Her sudden outburst caused the two men to jump. Neither knew what to do with a hysterical woman. "I mean what the fuck? Zombie dogs spawning out of thin air? Getting ammo out of nowhere? A demonic announcer? What in the hell is going on here?!"
She looked at the two angrily as well as accusingly.
Dempsey sighed as he took off his coat and put it around her shoulders. "Here, have this till we can find you some clothes." He nodded his head towards Richtofen. "If you want to know shit, ask him. He's a real know-it-all but he's too much of an asshole to share."
"Und that will be no different with you, Fräulein. So please calm yourself. Now let us go back to the furnace room, ja?" Richtofen placed a hand on her back and guided her forward in the direction of the room.
She shrugged his hand off, with an indignant huff. "I remember the way back."
The man snorted derisively. "It would be more beneficial if you could remember where you're from so that I could send you back."
"Can't you just send me somewhere that doesn't have all this craziness?" She asked hopeful.
They entered the furnace room where Richtofen replied with, "Hm… Excellent idea!"
"Whoa! Wait a minute, Doc. I don't think that's a good idea." Dempsey cautioned as he leaned on the doorframe, a Drakon in his hands.
"Why not?" The woman looked at the American, her brows furrowed. She was clearly unhappy with his statement.
"Well, I mean we don't even know what year your from for starters." He paused to scratch his chin. "I just wouldn't feel right sending ya somewhere that isn't where you belong. What if you have a family?"
She sighed, shoulders slumping in her seated position in front of the flames. "I guess you're right. What do you think, Edward?"
"As much as I loathe to say it… Dempsey has a point." He headed toward the exit, turning around to say, "Do not address me by my first name, Fräulein." He moved his gaze to the other man. "I will be leaving you to babysit while I fetch myself better weapons." And with that he walked out.
Dempsey turned to the woman. "You can call me by my first name if you want. I don't mind." He gave her a friendly smile which she returned.
"Will do, Tank. Thank you for the coat by the way."
"No problem. It looks better on you anyway." His complement caused her to laugh lightly.
"I think I look funny. It's pretty big on me. Looks like I'm wearing a dress."
"Hey at least your ass is covered." He chuckled. They spent a few minutes in a comfortable silence until a primal roar sounded in the distance.
"More freakbags incoming!" Dempsey stood tall, alert and ready for action. The woman stood up as well, now feeling her flight or fight response kick into high gear. It was leaning more towards flight at the moment.
"Freakbags?"
Annoyed was an understatement. The German was more furious than anything else. Nowhere in the Kronorium did it mention some random scarred naked woman would teleport here. She was an anomaly and that greatly worried the Doctor. What will her presence do to my plan?!
That he had no clue but he could tell it wouldn't bring any good. What's worse was that damn American clearly wanted her to stay with them. He would no doubt convince the other two to be on his side with this. It wouldn't be all that hard really. After all, they still do not trust me.
He continued to brood as he slayed the undead horde. The corpses were too strong at this point for his normal bullets to kill quickly and efficiently. He was nearly out of ammo on both his KN-44 and HVK-30. He didn't think he would make it to Pack-a-Punch from his position by the power switch.
A zombie got a little too close and managed to claw him. "You dare to paw at me, minion?!" He shot that zombie in the head, using up his last bit of ammo.
"Oh no… I need ammo!" He called out.
White light suddenly flashed before his eyes, blinding him for a second. "KABOOM!"
"Not what I wanted but it will do." He muttered as he caught his breath, watching the flaming zombies around him collapsing.
The sound of loud footsteps from behind him caught his attention. It was obvious who it was.
"You know Nikolai, you are terrible at stealth. How did you even become a spy, hm?" Richtofen taunted.
"Why are you not watching woman, German?" He asked, ignoring the man's jab.
Richtofen scoffed. "I am fine, thank you." He wiped himself clean of dirt and zombie bits as he informed, " If you must know, Dempsey is watching over her. Surely, he can protect her better than I can. He seems to be quite fond of her anyway."
"I go make sure they are still breathing." The Russian didn't bother to look back at the German as he headed over to them.
"Ja, you do that." He frowned. I'm starting to hate that woman. It seems her presence only makes my acquaintances dislike me that much more!
The Doctor knew that would only make their journey more difficult… especially for him.
The next chapter will most likely take longer to post since this is finals week for me and I just started a new (und first!) job at KFC. I don't know how much time or energy I'll have to write but I'll try to find some regardless.
Oh! Before I go, what nickname do you think the crew should give their newest member? I'm a little bit stuck on that part and would like some suggestions. Her real name won't be told until later on in the story (when she can remember it lol) so she'll need a placeholder for now so to speak.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you for the reviews, follows and faves! :)