I hope you all are enjoying the updates :) I really like writing about Takeo's thoughts.

Viridian woke up first. She was wide awake and full of energy, but everyone else was asleep. Her green and blue eyes flickered from one person to the next. She moved her hand to push herself up when she felt her ray gun.

"Just one shot and they'll all die," someone said behind her. Viridian curiously looked behind her and grinned at Richtofen.

"I know. They're telling me we can rule the world. Together," she gabbed the ray gun and shot Nikolai.

The green orb shot right into his stomach, making a perfect hole. Tank and Takeo woke up from the shot.

"What they hell?!" Tank yelled. His vision was a little blurry, but he could make out a stain. Once his eyes adjusted, he saw his dead comrade.

Takeo looked from Nikolai's body to Richtofen, then Viridian and the ray gun.

"What has happened here?" He demanded.

"Isn't it obvious?" Richtofen smiled. "You're a dead man."

Richtofen raised his hand in front of Takeo's face pretending to hold a gun, while Viridian mimicked him and held a real gun.

Takeo sat up and clutched his chest. He was sweating, and his heart was racing. The shocked man looked around the room and felt his face, running a hand through his hair in the process. Everyone was asleep in their corners. Well, everyone but the doctor, but that wasn't anything new. Takeo swallowed his breath and scanned the room again. Nikolai was snoring with a bottle of vodka in his hand.

He hastily crawled over to him to see if he was really alive. His stomach was intact, and he was breathing still. Takeo relaxed a little before crawling back into the center of the room. It was only a dream.

Takeo heard someone stir in their sleep. He turned to his left and saw Viridian. She looked peaceful in her sleep, non-threatening, and has nothing to do with Richtofen. What an awful thing to dream about. He needed some fresh air. Takeo got up and walked to the telelporter when he heard a yell echo through the theater.

Takeo froze and his heart skipped a beat. What was that?

The yell didn't wake up the others. They didn't even budge.

"Richtofen..." Takeo whispered.

He left the room in search of the sadistic Nazi who might actually be in trouble.

Richtofen remembered every scrape of every pencil he used for his notes. Each moment flashed through his head as he went through the mess of paper work. All of his precious test subjects, all of the people he decieved to get to where he was at. Although being stuck with a bunch of different nationalities wasn't his cup of tea, it was still progress. Soon he would take control of the zombies, that little girl would be dealt with once and for all, and the others will perish for all he cared.

Unlike the others, being stuck here didn't make Richtofen soften up to the others. He didn't develop a special bond with them like they did. He didn't make plans to visit them once this zombie apocalypse was over. Richtofen smiled to himself. It won't ever be over once he's in control.

He frowned suddenly. Who would be left to rule? Majority of the population is most likely dead. All he'll have are the zombies, and he's already disected them. He began to go through the steps he took to get here, and then thought about what to do afterwards.

Richtofen sighed and continued organizing his paperwork in alphabetical order according to the heading of each subject.

He heard the floorboards creek above him and froze. It wasn't the usual shuffle of a zombie, so it must be one of the others. "Vat a pain."

Richtofen abandoned his mess and closed the steel door behind him. He went up the stairs and into the room above his chambers.

"Takeo," Richtofen said as soon as he spotted the person responsible for the creaking.

Takeo jumped a little and spun around. "Richtofen!"

"Surprise, surprise," Richtofen said impatiently. "Vat are you doing?"

Takeo cleared his throat. He had nothing to hide. "I heard a scream. I was concerned."

"So, you investigate? Hoping to find yet another person?" Richtofen pressed. He mentally cursed himself for not being careful.

All of these questions made Takeo feel uncomfortable. "You are fine, I see. I will be going now."

Takeo made his way to the flight of stairs to go into the alley and get some fresh air like he wanted. Richtofen frowned and went back down the other flight of stairs. He knew the zombies would be coming soon. Samantha was starting to become predictable.

Down the stairs waited Viridian. This made the doctor stop dead in his tracks. His green eyes were wide and he had a mixture of fury and confusion. What is it about her?

Her back was to him, but it was as if she knew he was there, or expecting him to come down this way. She rocked back and forth on her heels and platform of her feet with her hands behind her back. Richtofen moved slightly to the side to see what she was staring at. There was nothing there, but little did he know there was a play in her head.

What she saw was the reappearance of the zombies she had killed. They kept coming over and over again, and then she saw herself morphing out of a puddle of blood that lay in the center of the stage. The clone of herself would invite the one rocking back and forth to play games with her, and then vanish in black smoke, and it would happen again.

At one point she giggled. Richtofen looked at Viridian, and then again at the blank area. Slowly he walked towards her, taking each step with precaution. It felt like an eternity before he was behind, and even then she had not moved from her spot. Richtofen lifted a hand slowly to tap on her shoulder until she turned around.

Quickly he retreated his gloved hand and rested it on his hip.

Her green and blue eyes looked through Richtofen. It sent a shiver up his spine.

"Let's play," she said. She threw her ray gun past Richtofen's head, just grazing his right ear, and it thudded against a zombie's head. There was a short cry before it died. "Always keep a three hundred and sixty degree barrier," she warned him.

Viridian ran off into the theater, grabbing a M16, and shot a few rounds killing more zombies.

Richtofen couldn't believe he never realized his minions were here, but there was no time to be angry about it. He grabbed his MP40 and joined the fun.

I like this chapter. There was a little image of schizophrenia I hope made sense. It's pretty hard for me to share these types of experiences into words. Til the next chapter then :D