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Fortunately, all that happened was the power turning on. Well, and then the huge hundred-and-fucking-one pound curtain opening . And, after that, a loud electric crackling. Oh, and did I mention most of the ceiling collapsing inward?

They all ran to the left, down a set of four stairs… and Richtofen squealed in delight. "OH MY GOD! IT IS STILL OPERATIONAL!" He ran up and hugged the cold metal machine, which all of the group knew was called a teleporter. It was round, with the front half open so that the people could walk in. "I MUST USE IT! ZE ELECTRICITY… IT TICKLES!"

"Yeah. He lost it," Tank concluded. "Actually, did he ever have it…?" He then proceeded to fall to his knees. "OH MY GOD! IT'S JUGGERNOG! It always gives me SUCH hot dreams- err, such a rush." He got up and ran across the thin area between the rows of seats and grabbed a bottle of the delicious red substance. "It tastes like cherries… mm. Reach for me, Jugger-Girl…"

"Most dishonorable, American. You are disappointing. However, I too will partake of the substance, for I find its effects pleasing." He picked up a bottle and downed it in one, huge, gulp. "Ah. I have a much better chance now… I can feel the power surging through my veins!"

If only, thought Richtofen, he knew how true that was! I remember making those drinks… pure German ingenuity… they combine chemical elements, basically utilizing the natural chemicals in your body and enhancing them tenfold! He stopped thinking and slid his hands down the inside of the device, searching… yes, he found the lever. He pulled it down, and was pleased to find that there was no timer. He could take as much time as he needed to activate the teleporter, which was good, considering the most direct path to it was blocked. By him. Whoops.

Nikolai walked up to the Juggernog machine and eyed it warily. "Does it produce vodka?" He knew the answer to this, but he didn't care. Sighing, he reached into the machine and heard, Reach for Juggernog tonight! which he disagreed with. "Reach for vodka toniiight…" he mumbled to himself as he swigged his drink, belching loudly. "Hey, where'd the Nazi go?"

"Meh. I think he went to go finger himself- er. I mean, fuck with the teleporter." Dempsey was more interested in his empty bottle of Juggernog. "Woah. Lookit all the colors…"

"I think the American got a bad bottle… hell, I'm not even acting like tha- blergh." Nikolai vomited- explosively- all over the floor, and wiped his lips. "Damn. I'm worse." The green spot on the floor was also tinted with red, and Nikolai groaned and rolled over… before they heard it. The groans, the screams, and the snarls. Christ; the undead had returned. Takeo, Nikolai, and Tank took up positions, Takeo guarding the doorway that had led there, Tank strolling around the center aisle, and Nikolai guarding several different windows. What of the doctor, you ask?


In the Lobby


"DAMN IT!" Richtofen screamed, stomping on the mainframe in anger. "Attach god damned grommet C to motherfucking- SCREW IT just press buttons!" Richtofen had just managed to link the teleporter to the mainframe when he hear the zombies approaching. "Ze Illuminati will NOT be plea- or… will zey? Quevstions to ponder as I run for my life." And run he did, randomly firing his weapon behind him. Soon, in the foyer, actually, he was cornered; the zombies were coming from the dressing room as well.

He stopped and assessed his options. He could continue; he could try to stand his ground; or, he could pull off his shirt and shove a grenade up his anus. Well, that wouldn't help, but it was looking easier than everything else. Edward Richtofen made his decision; he ran forward, spraying and praying, as they say.

He stopped as his vision was tinted red; a spurt of blood had hit him in the eye. "My minions! ZEY BLEED FOR ME!" He burst out laughing and continued blind firing, until he realized that he needed to reload. Pulling out his MP40, he let his Heckler and Koch hang across his neck as he fired his submachine gun. Of course, he soon had to reload that one, too. He grabbed both of his guns, one in each hand, and began beating his "minions".

He somehow managed to clear a path, and ran into the backstage area. As he dashed to Takeo's side, desperate for a break, he felt a heavy blow across his back. It made a loud thump sound, and Richtofen fell to the ground with a groan. He rolled over on his back, which actually hurt less then it had on his front… odd, and pulled out his pistol. Which he had previously been out of ammo for. And he had forgotten… until about now. He groaned and tossed it to the side, motioning for Nikolai to come over to him as Takeo valiantly defended them.

"Is alcohol needed?" Nikolai asked, looking at his empty bottle sadly. Petrol was sounding pretty good right about now… "Oh! The doctor is dying!"

"Yes! Ze doctor is DYING! Come over here, Russian! Take zees syringe! And jab it- carefully- into my neck. Hurry!" Richtofen had tossed him the syringe as he had spoke, not telling him that it was full of element 115- Ununpentium- which would reanimate the body's dead cells, effectively healing it as if it never happened.

Nikolai stumbled forward and held his trembling hands to the doctor's neck. Oh, SHI- AAAAAAGH! Richtofen thought, before realizing that the drunk Russian would miss the jugular vein by a couple of inches. So, as the chemical element was randomly injected into his bloodstream, he nearly screamed aloud- before he was suddenly hurled to his feet by an unknown force.

"THE POWER!" He screamed, and began shaking violently. Nikolai could only watch and wonder what the fuck he had done. Tank was managing not to pay attention, while Takeo had one eye on the horde and one eye on the doctor. Edward Richtofen felt… superhuman. "Ich kann der Energie glauben, durch mich zu schwanken! Gekommen zu mir, kommen Günstlinge, zu mir!" He had reverted to his mother language, and was now reloading his gun with lightning speed.

He then dashed into the crowd of writhing zombies, and all that his companions could see was the blood spurting from the crowd.


German words: I can feel the power surging through me! Come to me, my minions, come to me!