"Motherfucker, I'm gonna beat your ass! Callin' me a fuckin' whore like you're shit! You're fuckin' nothing you pig!"

Tank shot out of his chair, "Yeah? And you're nothin' but a Thai fuckrat goin' around flaunting your god damn tits at everyone, thinkin' she's hot shit!"

"Okay motherfucker, I'm gonna put two in your dick and two in your fuckin' head, got it?!"

Bao cowered behind Rock and Benny, the latter laughing as Rock anxiously watched. Benny glanced over, noticing his tugging at his pants and gave him a playful elbow.

"Relax, Rock. Nothin'll come of it."

Rock wasn't so sure about that, continuing to watch.

Tank grabbed his Galil and pulled it to his shoulder. "Oh yeah? Fuckin' try it, you cunt!"

Revy pointed her Berettas at Tank, grin spreading on her face. "As you wish, motherfucker!"

Benny sighed, tucking his head into his shoulders. "Okay, maybe this isn't gonna go very well."

Silence fell over the bar as the two gunslingers had their firearms pointed at each other. Nikolai mindlessly sipped at his vodka, watching with amusement as Takeo had a firm grasp of his Colt Python, ready to whip it out at any moment like he's done so many times before. Beside him, Richtofen was staring into the ceiling, humming an anthem. Dutch stood behind Revy, but not too close to her just in case Tank's IWI Galil ARM in 7.62 NATO decided to rip into his friend.

Of course, that'd start a gunfight.

A gunshot rung, but it wasn't from inside the bar. It was from outside. And outside, the gunshots suddenly increased in volume as if a switch were turned on. Revy groaned, dropping her aim to her sides, which in turn prompted Dempsey to lower his Galil ARM

"God dammit, who the fuck is shooting up the outsides this fuckin' late?"

They heard howls, too. Manic screams that hungered for their victim, accompanied with the terrified yells of people who were shooting and running from these screams. Revy's face changed to confusion, as did Dutch's.

Tank's face turned bitter, glancing to Nikolai, Takeo, and Richtofen as they all understood the howls. "Shit, boys, the fuckin' maggot bags followed us here. Get ready to lay some pain down on these undead freak sacks."

Nikolai rose, chugging the last of his vodka and slamming the bottle on the ground. Defiantly, he grabbed his SPAS-12 and rose it in the air.

"I will paint red square with their blood!"

Takeo rose, switching to his Katana, drawing it and showing the elegant steel to the whole room. He hung it at his waist level, nodding. Richtofen did the same, clutching his M14 and pulling it to his shoulder. A grin formed on his face - "See what i said, Demp-shit? They'd come, zhey always do!"

Dempsey ignored Richtofen and raised his voice. "Alright! If you've got a gun, you're gonna need to fuckin' use it on anything that comes through that door, got it? We've got a bunch of undead freak-"

Dempsey was cut off by Bao, shouting from the back as the commotion grew louder outside, "I don't fuckin' think so, pal! You come into my bar and start shit, then you think you can tell everyone what to fuckin' do based on a couple a' gunshots? Fuck off! Shut up and enjoy your damn-"

A frenetic man burst through the door, his left hand, cradled by his right, was bleeding profusely and had been torn halfway down its center. Tank turned around first, aiming his Galil ARM at the man. He wailed; "The fucker bit me! He-!"

Tank pulled the trigger, drilling a 7.62x51MM round through his skull, dropping his body to the ground. Revy laughed - "That was cold, man. What else? Are zombies gonna burst through that fuckin' do-"

Cutting her off came a barrage footsteps barreling into the doorway. Several men and women - skin torn, flesh hanging, guts spilled with several degrees of being eaten ran through the door. The crew of four - Tank, Nikolai, Takeo and Richtofen all opened fire in a bullet storm. From Takeo's few shots with his revolver, to the spray of Nikolai's shotgun and controlled bursts of Tank and Richtofen, the small horde barreling into the door was dealt with in moments.

More could be heard storming towards them, and the four began to hastily reload. Revy gawked at the pile of corpses, and Dutch groaned. "Fuck me. I left my fuckin' shotgun in the car."

The four, save for Nikolai still sloppily racking shells into his shotgun, had new ammunition loaded into their guns. Tank glanced around - "See? Now get the fuck ready. First thing that happens when these shits pop up is a power outage. Then we gotta reactivate the plant."

Revy laughed, still being stubborn about this, despite the surplus of undead bodies that had just tried to pour in. "Really? The Power? Wh-" Something, they couldn't really understand what it sounded like - maybe thunderous laughter followed by the howling of undead echoed through Roanapur as the lights went out. Only the moonlight illuminated through the windows, leaving the bar in complete darkness.

Tank groaned. "Flashlights! And begin boarding those fuckin' windows!"

Some of the people responded, grabbing tables and beginning to haul them to the windows. As they did, the rumbling of footsteps continued outside even further. As one of them moved a table to a window, a hand burst through, grabbing the man by the shirt and hauling him through the window where his screams were silenced by his throat being torn out.

Undead began flooding in through the window, yellow eyes hungering for flesh to eat. Pooling in, their fetid claws began clawing their way through the immediate bodies by the window. Seven men were on the floor, their guts being torn from their body as more undead flowed in.

Tank turned and raised his rifle with Richtofen, the duo laying an automatic sweep of gunfire into the small horde and its victims. Their guns ran dry, and the corpses fell in full across the floor. Multiple men drew guns and ran across the bodies, dumping rounds into skulls while others went to the windows.

As Tank reloaded, he shouted; "Better shoot them in the fuckin' head, boys! That, or hope your damn guns can hit the fuckin' spines!" Tank used the new magazine to hit the mag release, then kick the old magazine out, slotting in the new one and racking the bolt. Due to the similarity of system, Richtofen did the same thing to his M14.

Richtofen nodded. "Ja! Now we must turn on zhe fucking power!"

Nikolai groaned as he racked a final shell into his shotgun, burping with the final one. "Okay comrades! We must go to power plant! We fight through streets and get there!"

Dutch stepped forward - "Actually, we can get you there. Just fuckin' don't get in a fight with Revy, or we're gonna have more problems." Revy was grinning, holding her two Berettas up, "I've been dyin' to turn my guns on the fucks here in Roanapur! What a perfect chance!"

Tank grinned, "I think we're fine as long as she points those two at meat sacks. Hoo-rah?"