"WHERE IS MY VODKA!"
The best words to wake up to.
Jakob got up to see Nikolai kicking Tank in the ribs, demanding his vodka back.
"I know you took it, Tank! I can smell vodka from mile away!" Nikolai said.
"Fine, take your freaking vodka back. It was just a joke!" Dempsey replied tiredly.
"No, jokes are funny. This was cruelty to Russian!" Nikolai replied furiously.
"Morning, dumbass and badass," Jakob said cheerily.
Nikolai snatched his vodka from Tank, nodded at the boy, and walked away, muttering something about one of his wives who drank his vodka.
"Morning kid," Dempsey said. He looked at Jakob's face, noticing the dried blood on his neck and a slight bruise near his eye. "Holy shit. What happened?"
"That kraut threatened me just because I know everything," Jakob said.
"Everything? What, is he planning something?" Dempsey asked.
"Yes. He'll betray you," the teen responded.
Jakob saw fire in Dempsey's eyes as he took out his knife and started to walk over and murder Richtofen, who was manning a window.
"Stop!" Jakob said.
"No. He hurt you, and he's gonna betray us. Why would you protect him?" Dempsey asked.
"He's you're only way out of here, remember?" Jakob reminded.
Dempsey reluctantly nodded.
"Plus, you need him for your lives to progress. Literally," Jakob added.
"What do you-"
Just then, they heard the screech of a zombie, as Round 2 started.
"Nevermind. Everyone man a window!" Dempsey called out. Then he turned to Jakob. "Er, you might have to go into the next room since there's only four windows in here. You can handle two, right?"
"Of course, I play Solo all the time," Jakob answered.
Jakob bought an M14, then pulled out his M1911 and went to the portrait room.
By the time round four came around, everyone had about 2500. Jakob had 2650 from his pistol strategy, as well as headshots, and volunteered to open the door in the portrait room.
"Hold on a second," Richtofen said. "How do ve know ve can trust you zhat it's a good room?"
"The MP40 is in there," Jakob said.
"VELL VAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! OPEN ZHE DOOR!" Richtofen said excitedly.
"Calm down, Doc!" Jakob said, pushing open the door.
He was nearly pushed down the stairs as Richtofen rushed past him and grabbed the MP40, stroking it with glee.
"Of course they still have the BEST WEAPON EVER MADE HERE!" he yelled.
Jakob headed downstairs and bought the MP40.
"SMG! So Much Guts!" he yelled, laughing afterward.
Everyone else did the same.
While they were killing zombies, Richtofen backed into the door next to Jakob, still firing his MP40 at the horde coming down the stairs.
"Hallo," he said casually, bracing against the recoil of his SMG.
"What do you want?" Jakob asked irritably.
"To apologize."
The boy slowly turned to Richtofen as Dempsey made a crawler.
"Huh?"
"Ja. Er, one question, does my plan vork?" Richtofen asked.
"As far as I know. I studied the game closely, so I know. You overthrow Samantha, the others blow up the Earth. Then you find somebody to carry out your plans, then your fate is sealed if they follow you or Maxis."
Richtofen nodded.
"Anyvay, I'm sorry about zhat. I….. panicked," he said.
He lowered his voice and continued, "I just vanted to overthrow that little brat. I could've cared less about zhe zombies, but…. you know… zhe voices." He added that last part with a bit of paranoia in his voice as he pointed to his head.
Jakob nodded.
"Maxis lost his vay. You of all people should know zhat. He vanted super soldiers. He denied zhe teleportation experiment until after I touched the M.P.D.. He vas zhe one who drove me to zhis. Even though zhe Illuminati gave me zhe order to get rid of him, I vas doing it for science. Zhat is, until Samantha took control. She doesn't know vat she's doing und must be stopped."
He studied the teen's cut and bruises, then asked, "Is your face okay?"
"Yeah. Er, thanks for the apology," Jakob said.
"Ja. Friends?" Richtofen said, offering a handshake.
Jakob stared at Richtofen's outstretched hand, then shook it.
"This isn't a trick?" he asked, still grasping his hand.
"I can't really use you anyvay, so no," he shrugged sheepishly. "No tricks. I mean it."
Jakob let go and nodded. "Friends." He then fired upon the incoming horde with his MP40.
Richtofen slowly pushed forward up the stairs, thinking to himself, as well as the voices.
What the hell was that, Edward?!
You didn't really mean that, did you?
Of course he didn't. It's part of his plan!
"Nein," Richtofen said aloud.
What?!
Then why did you mean it?
"He's not a threat. He knows to let me continue," Richtofen said aloud again.
Whatever.
You've lost YOUR way.
Richtofen shook his head vigorously, in an attempt to shut the voices up as he continued up the stairs.
Meanwhile, Jakob was within his own thoughts.
"Did he really mean that apology?" he thought. He knew how Richtofen could be, so he just made a mental note to keep an eye on him.
He saw Dempsey approaching from the opposite staircase, with Nikolai behind him, brandishing a newly-bought Stakeout.
"Hey kid. What was that about?" he asked, obviously noticing Jakob and Richtofen's conversation.
"Richtofen apologized to me," the teen responded.
Dempsey laughed, shouldering his MP40. "You know not to trust him, right?"
"Yeah, but something was different in his voice," Jakob said.
Dempsey put a hand on his shoulder. "Kid, you of all people should know not to trust that kraut."
"Yeah. I guess you're right," Jakob said.
"Ok. Now, let's open this door," Dempsey said, kicking open the door to the dressing room.
"No time for sugar, baby. I'm here to check the meter!" he said to the room.
"The next room is the power room," Jakob said.
Takeo and Richtofen, who were now behind Jakob, Dempsey and Nikolai nodded as Takeo stepped up and opened the door.
"Oh my God. Yes!" Dempsey shouted, spotting an M16 next to the power switch.
"Ah, the M16. 5.56 millimeter magazine-fed gas-operated sweetness... just like me," Dempsey said proudly, completely disregarding the power switch and grabbing the M16.
Jakob traded is M14 for the M16 as well, knowing headshots were key.
"Back home they called it the Skullcrusher," Dempsey said.
Jakob nodded, readying his own M16.
Just then, a fog rolled in, accompanied by Samantha's famous, "FETCH ME THEIR SOULS!"
Nikolai, though drunk as ever, understood the situation and readied his Stakeout.
"You don't want my soul, it probably tastes like vodka. Mmm… vodka," he said, sneaking a swig before putting the bottle back in his bag.
"Yeah, and uh, my soul probably tastes like Milk Duds. And last time I checked, chocolate is bad for dogs," Jakob added.
Dempsey snorted as Nikolai gave the teen a confused look.
As they progressed through the round, things got a little more difficult, leading to Richtofen being downed.
"IT TICKLES! I KNOW IT, IT TICKLES!" Richtofen squealed.
As the round ended, and a Max Ammo appeared, Takeo went to revive Richtofen.
"Did zhe voices tell you to save me?" Richtofen asked, blinking several times.
"Just be more careful, Doctor," Takeo advised.
"But it vouldn't be as fun zhat vay, now vould it?" Richtofen replied with a mischievous grin.
Takeo shook his head and walked away.
Dempsey, still recovering from being hit almost to the point of being downed, flipped the power switch. They went past the curtain into the theater, noticing the box. Everyone except Jakob went to hit it. Dempsey was about to when-
"Dempsey! Follow me for a sec," Jakob said, motioning for Dempsey to come over.
"What is it?" Dempsey asked.
"I know where Juggernog is."
Dempsey's eyes widened. "Sweet!"
As they passed the box and went into the little alcove next to the doors, Dempsey stopped. He noticed the Bowie Knife as well as Juggernog.
"What's it gonna be, Dempsey?" Jakob asked as Dempsey looked at the Bowie Knife then the Juggernog machine back and forth.
Dempsey thought for a moment. "I'll buy the knife later. Right now, I need protection."
Jakob suppressed a laugh and nodded. "Oorah."
Dempsey smirked. He bought a bottle, setting him back 2500 points, popping the cap off, and swallowed the whole bottle in one gulp.
"Reach for me, Jugger-girl. Oorah," he said, brandishing a sly grin. He moved past Jakob and into the lobby where he linked the mainframe.
Jakob walked over to the Bowie Knife and put his hand over the drawing, watching the giant knife materialize in his hands.
"Hey zombies! Let's play Michael Myers!" he said as he examined the knife.
"NEIN!"
Jakob turned to see Richtofen staring in horror at the teddy bear that now occupied the space where a gun would normally be in the box.
Richtofen dropped his weapon and fell to his knees, cursing Samantha and the box.
"Doc, it's fine, the box always spawns close by," Jakob said.
The insane Doctor calmed down, nodding and picking up his newly-acquired G11.
As they looked at the map, they saw the box moved to Dressing Room.
"Ah, the Dressing Room. Really close by," Jakob said to everyone, mainly to the previously-enraged Richtofen.
As they made their way up the stage, their crawler died. Everyone cursed.
They had to fight their way to the Dressing Room, zombie by zombie. Richtofen was just about to hit the box when a zombie screamed loudly behind him. He quickly snuffed out its light (in its eyes) with a quick headshot.
"POP goes zhe Weasel!" Richtofen sang as the zombie's head exploded.
The zombies' head chunks peppered Richtofen's uniform, much to his glee.
"Doc! Quit enjoying the carnage! That's my job!" Dempsey scolded, getting several headshots with his M16.
"Shut up, Yankee!" Richtofen said back, reloading his G11 then bringing the butt down on a zombie's skull.
Jakob was with Nikolai and Takeo in the Lobby, who for once weren't fighting. Jakob had had several close calls since he didn't get Juggernog, but he already had 3000 points, so he figured he'd just run over and buy it.
That's exactly what he did, but right after he drank the bottle, he was swarmed by zombies. Now he made the worse move he could, get Juggernog in the middle of a round, only to be cornered in an alcove.
He fired his MP40 into the zombies' faces, slashing his Bowie Knife at a zombie that got too close. But he was soon overrun, and was about to go down when he saw three of the zombies drop dead.
"OORAH! GET OWNED, FREAKBAGS!"
The next thing he knew, each zombie was being swallowed by a green plasma. When each zombie fell, Jakob got a better glimpse of his savior, though he already knew who it was.
"Thanks for saving my skin, Dempsey," Jakob said.
"Heh. No problem," Tank responded, reloading his Ray Gun.
Richtofen emerged behind Dempsey, a G11 in his hands.
"Ooh. So much blood. Vat happened here?" Richtofen said with a fanatical voice.
"Dempsey saved me," Jakob said.
"Oh. It pains me to say zhis, but you are an artist, Dempshey," Richtofen complimented, very, very, reluctantly. Then he spread his arms as if to display the carnage before him. "A true masterpiece."
Dempsey gave Richtofen a "say what?" look upon hearing the compliment.
Richtofen went over to help Nikolai, who trying to find his vodka.
"I swear I had it a second ago!" Nikolai promised once he saw Richtofen coming his way.
"Did you look in your bag?" Richtofen asked.
Nikolai stopped his panic, and reached into his bag. He pulled out his bottle.
"Yay! Happy times," Nikolai said. "Do you want some, comrade? Take it as a thank you, da?"
"I prefer German beer. Danke anyvay," Richtofen refused politely.
Nikolai shrugged.
Jakob continued down the aisle in the theater, intending to get some more ammo for his M16, when he heard a Russian scream.
"NOOO! I'M OUT! SOMEBODY GET A MAX AMMO FOR NIKOLAI!" the scream said.
Dempsey, who was nearby, burst out laughing, and Jakob nearly died in a fit of suppressed laughter.
Well into the fighting, Dempsey asked Jakob something he'd been wondering about ever since Jakob fired his M1911.
"How can you have such a good aim? I mean, you're a kid," Dempsey asked.
"I took a military marksmanship training. Plus, I don't miss because of video game logic," Jakob explained.
"Oh. Well, I've sort of been disregarding the fact that our lives are a lie once I start killing zombies. It's when I have time to think that I wonder about it," Dempsey said.
Eventually, to Nikolai's content, a Max Ammo appeared.
"It is Happy Hour!" Nikolai jeered, taking a swig from his refilled bottle of delicious vodka.
