It was a dark day. Clouds that were grayer than Milz's skin intercepted the sun's vibrant rays. The veterans and their sun were stuck in their house for the day, waiting for the sun to shine again, but it was highly unlikely. On the living room floor, surrounded by auburn walls was Milz, staring up at one of his fathers. Dempsey sat on the couch, telling the child a scary children's story. It was a myth, but to Milz, it was real. Too real.

"And so they ran, arms high up in the air. It was dark. Very dark. So dark, not even your own eyes could be seen." the American whispered.

Milz gulped as he continued.

"They finally made it outside, and out of the cave... came a MONSTER!" Dempsey yelled, throwing his arms up over the child, his fingers clenched like claws.

The undead baby gasped, holding his panda tighter.

"It was the legend that nobody thought was real. They called it... the 'Cosmic Silverback'."

"The Coswic Wilverback?" his son echoed, a hand on his cheek.

"Oh yeah, kid. It was a great big ape in a space suit. He had glowing red eyes and teeth shaper than a bowie-knife!" the Marine exarrated, placing his hands on his lap.

"Scawy..."

"You're tellin' me! So he came out of the cave and ROARED! Then he beat on his chest!" Tank wailed, beating on his own chest with his fists. "They were scared. Very scared. They thought, 'Oh no. The Cosmic Silverback is gonna attack!'"

The zombie leaned forward, intrigued.

"And he did."

Milz jumped back.

"Just. Like. This!" Tank exclaimed, lunging at the baby and tickling him fiercely.

Milz screamed at first, but laughed afterwards, rolling around on the floor in an attempt to escape his father's insanely strong grasp. Richtofen ran in as quick as possible, but let his guard down, realizing that the meathead was the reason that Milz had screamed. He gave an annoyed sigh and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Dempsey, stop being stupider zhan usual." he growled. "Besides, isn't your significant ozher coming over soon?"

"Oh, shit. You're right." Tank said, ceasing his tickle frenzy. "I've gotta look good. She's probably looking better than I am now. Oorah."

While the Marine left to freshen up, the Doctor retrieved his son from the floor and escorted him to his room. He didn't want the child looking a complete and utter mess when the lady arrived.

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. The doorbell rang. The freakin' doorbell rang. Everything went into a panic. Richtofen stopped dusting the living room and hid the swifter. He pulled his bandana from his head and his gloves from his hands, running into the kitchen to put them away. Takeo finished the dishes just in time, drying his hands off afterwards. Nikolai hid his vodka. He didn't want the woman thinking that he was too much of a drunk. Dempsey sprinted in, pulling a graphic t-shirt over his head.

The Marine ran to the door and took a deep breath. He gripped the handle and took a look back. The Nazi, Soviet & Samurai stood awkwardly by the kitchen, Richtofen running his fingers through his hair. Tank raised his eyebrows at them and shrugged towards the couch.

What? Oh, right! Act natural! The 3 men placed themselves on the couch in front of the TV frantically. The doorbell rang a second time and the Doctor choked. The TV wasn't even on! He face-palmed himself and grabbed the remote off of Dempsey's Xbox, flicking it on and turning to a random channel.

The blond sighed and the door swung open. There stood his girlfriend in a flowing lilac dress. Her dress had a split on her left leg and on her feet were in dark purple 3 inch heels. The woman's hair was up in a bun again and she had glitter just below her eyes. She grinned, happy to see the American again.

"What took you so long?"

"We didn't uh... hear you the first time." he lied, stepping to the side to let her in.

"It's alright then." She stepped in and looked towards the couch. "Hello, you all!"

Richtofen was the first to glance back. He opened his mouth to greet the lady but was interrupted by Tank.

"Shut up!" he coughed, placing a hand over his mouth.

Deep, evil eyes met his from the couch, but he ignored them as the woman took off her shoes to place them by the door. She stepped over to the couch and leaned down to look at the large screen TV.

"Oh! Um... I love... animal planet, too..." she awkwardly lied.

Takeo took this as the opportunity to stand to his feet and bow gracefully. The lady copied him, leaning back up to meet his eyes.

"You're Takeo, I know. I'm so sorry for last time."

"It is fine. You have been most honorable for giving such a well-mannered apology." the Samurai spoke.

"Well, I'm Lona, Dempsey's girlfriend. I hope to get along with you."

"Then it seems that we are off to a good start."

Lona pulled the Japanese man into a hug. Richtofen and Nikolai gazed at each other, already believing that the blonde liked Takeo more. The Doctor quickly plucked the bottle of vodka that the Soviet was holding from his hands and straightened his hoodie. The German hid the bottle of liquor behind the couch as Lona approached.

"Ah, you must be Nikolai! Tank's told me all about you!"

"Well, how could he not?" Nikolai snorted, shaking the woman's hand.

"I got you a gift!" Lona reached into a white leather bag that she came with and out came a big bottle of vodka. "He told me your were a major drunk, but was way cooler than Edward. Whoever that is."

"Is sweet of you! Nikolai is happy!" the Russian laughed, taking the beverage from the woman's hands.

While Belenski indulged himself in the vodka, Lona stepped over to Richtofen. Before she could extend her hand, she was stopped by Dempsey who stepped over and grabbed her shoulders lovingly.

"Oh, hey! There's sugar cookies in the kitchen. I know how much you love those."

"Oh, do I?! I'll go get some. Right after I meet him."

"He's uh... he's not important."

"Nonsense. He looks nice." Lona turned her head away from the Marine and shook hands with the German. "And you must be...?"

"Richtofen! Doctor Edward Richtofen." the Doctor grinned, shooting a smile of triumph at Dempsey.

"So you're Edward? Tank has said so much about you! You don't look as mean as he says." the model gasped.

"I'm... I'm not. At least... I-I don't try to be..." the sadist whimpered and put his hands over his eyes, pretending to be on the verge of tears.

"You poor thing!"

Dempsey felt his face heat up with anger. She actually bought that?! He watched in envy as Lona plopped down next to the faking Richtofen and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. She pet his head soothingly.

"You're just misunderstood, aren't you?"

"Ja... it's painful sometimes..." Edward faked, gazing over at the woman with pleading blue eyes.

This. Was. Unbelievable. Lona came to meet the 3 zombie killers, but took an ultimate liking to the Doctor. They seemed to have so much in common and they talked for hours. The model hadn't said a single word to Dempsey ever since she stepped in and the man was almost at his breaking point. He sat on the opposite end of the couch of the duo, listening to their conversation over the sound of the TV.

"Oh my goodness, I love the scalpel! It's like, my favorite tool ever!" Lona giggled, taking another bite from a sugar cookie.

"Mine too! It also makes a great knife!" Richtofen replied.

"Seriously? I have got to try that when I get home! Ya know... after I get off of the scale."

"Zhe scale?"

"Yeah. I really shouldn't be eating these cookies. I'm getting so fat... My agent's gonna kill me." the model whispered, placing the half eaten cookie onto a napkin.

"Nonsense. You're not getting fat at all. In fact, you're actually quite gorgeous. I can see vhy Dempsey picked a voman such as you." the German complimented.

Dempsey growled under his breath. Oh, come on!

"You are just the sweetest thing!" the woman with the galaxy-eyes grinned, pinching the Doctor's cheek.

That so does it. The Marine nearly got up from the couch and slapped Richtofen across the face, but was stopped as Milz came into the living room waving his arms frantically.

"Da da! Da da! Scawy!"

"Scary? What are you talking about, kid?" the blond male responded, scratching his head in wonder.

"Water... from sky!" Milz screamed, terrified beyond belief.

"Ah. In Japanese, that's called ame." Takeo explained as he followed the child into the living room.

"Ame..." the yellow-eyed baby repeated.

"Yeah, but in English, it's called rain."

"Wain!"

Dempsey took a minute and thought. Milz seemed insanely afraid of the rain. So, why not take him outside to explore it. Must be a good idea. It'd get him away from the faking German and the hot blonde.

The American stepped outside in a dark green raincoat while holding a blue umbrella over his head. He peeked around the backyard, his glowing blue eyes catching some of the flowers that Takeo had planted. They were beginning to bloom along with the cherry blossom tree that was there as well. The tree was fairly huge and was centered in the middle of the wide yard. The grass had been freshly cut, courtesy of Nikolai and overall, it was a sight to behold.

Dempsey turned around at his son that was still at the backdoor. Milz stood inside wearing a red raincoat, afraid of the liquid that was falling from above.

"Come out here, kid."

Milz shook his head at him, twiddling his tiny fingers.

"Milz, be a man. Get out here. It's not gonna hurt you."

"B-but... sky..."

"Get out here. Now."

The zombified toddler glanced about in fear and took a deep breath. He rushed outside under the umbrella and grabbed a hold of Tank's pants leg. Tank reached down and pet his hooded head gently, proud of him for being as brave as his father. Milz gawked at the falling water around him, surprised that he was dry. He peeked up at the umbrella above him and was frightened to see that it was moving away.

The undead child moved towards the umbrella, determined to stay dry. The Marine backed away from him and Milz came forward, grabbing onto his leg once more.

"You're not gonna die, kid." Dempsey grinned. "I'm right here."

"N-no... no!"

Out of the blue, the Marine closed the umbrella and let the rain pet their hoods. Milz gazed around frantically, then covered his face in terror. He began to cry, his hands becoming more wet than his raincoat.

"Milz."

He continued to sob.

"Milz!"

The child peeked up at his blond daddy and gasped. He wasn't hurting was he?

"You're fine. The rain's not hurting you."

Milz's yellow eyes went wide with amazement and he extended his hands, watching as the water fell onto his open palms. He laughed happily and jumped up and down, delighted by the new feeling. His red rainboots got wet and he nearly sprinted out into the yard, but a loud, terrifying rumble held him back. The gray-skinned baby gripped Dempsey's calf again, screaming in terror.

"No! No! Coswic Wilverback!"

The American laughed over the rain, remembering the story that he told his son before Lona arrived.

"That's thunder."

"Thunder is... scawy..." Milz whimpered out.

"Stop being a baby. You've got the toughest dad out here with you. Nothing's gonna attack you while I'm here." Tank gripped his son's tiny hand in his and walked out into the muddy yard, leaving the umbrella on the concrete porch.

For a while, he let Milz play about in the weather as he watched the thunder light up the sky and strike in random places. He was so entranced, he didn't realize how quickly the wind had picked up. He was interrupted from his gaze as the undead kid grabbed his leg again.

A noise that was very familiar entered his ears.

"Coswic Wilverback!"

"That's no Cosmic Silverback. That's a tornado siren. We've gotta-"

"Tank!"

The Marine followed the sound to the backdoor he had emerged from and found his gorgeous girlfriend standing in it.

"You've gotta come in! A tornado's coming!" Lona screamed as she was attacked by a couple of raindrops that dotted her dress.

"Coswic Wilverback!" Milz screamed, flailing his arms in the air.

"He's coming! Run!" Dempsey yelled and the baby took off towards the house as he was chased by the Marine, who roared behind him and beat on his chest menacingly.