"Oh, there he is! Took ya long enough!"
The Doctor had just returned home from his painful, yet interesting walk to and from the Maxis Market. The warm, or perhaps, boiling air gave him the urge to remove his hoodie. He couldn't, thanks to the wee bundle of zombie that was drooling on his shoulder. Reaching a foot behind him, he pushed the door shut and glared towards the black leather couch.
"What took ya so long?" a sandy-haired male asked him, his blue eyes staring at the red blanket.
"None of your business, Dempsey."
"Whatever. Did ya get the grub?" Dempsey questioned him, dismissing his nosy thoughts about the filthy fabric that Richtofen held against him.
Richtofen marched over to the couch and set the 3 weighty plastic bags down between Dempsey and his Asian friend. The Japanese man dug through the bags along with Tank, searching for a specific something. He grinned to himself, pulling out multiple sushi in a plastic casing. The case was black on the bottom and clear on the top, allowing one to see through and inspect the contents of it.
He popped the lid off and picked up the two chopsticks that came along with it. After seperating the slithers of wood, the samurai began to eat. "Not bad."
"You veren't specific so I just picked one." the sadist told him.
"Takeo eats everything raw. He'll be fine." the Marine explained, placing another Spicy Nacho Dorito into his mouth.
The German watched them eat, bored with the TV show they were watching on the big screen. He suddenly felt weary. In fact, he needed rest. He'd been busy all day. A small, demonic noise smacked his ear and he remembered: the zombie. Dempsey and Takeo turned around to look at him, food hanging from their mouths as they'd stopped eating instantly.
"What was that?" Tank whispered to no one in particular.
"Oh, zat vas nozhing! Nozhing at all!" the Doctor awkwardly smiled, slowly backing out of the room.
"I'm just going to go to bed now, okay! Ja, see you all tomorrow!"
He'd almost escaped until he backed into something imposing and bulky. Edward turned around to a Russian man who sipped at a fairly large bottle of vodka. He wore a gray jacket and a pair of black sweatpants.
"N-Nikolai... hallo..."
"Welcome home, Doctor. What is that under blanket?"
Oh, scheiße. He just had to be the first to point it out. And once Nikolai got curious, everybody got curious.
"G-go avay! Ignore it!" the German exclaimed, beginning to sweat. He spun around and attempted to head to his room, only to bump into 2 other men. Both were stuffing their faces.
"Yeah, what is that, kraut? Is there something you'd like to share with the class?" Dempsey interrogated.
"What is under the blanket?" Takeo pressed.
Richtofen's azure eyes shifted from the soviet to the idiots. Soviet, idiots, soviet, idiots, soviet, idiots, soviet-
"Alright! I'll tell!" He wailed, rushing over to the black door he'd emerged from earlier. A single tug on the blanket revealed the rotting, child underneath it. It's sunny eyes watched the other people of the room. Nikolai was the first to scream.
"Is tiny zombie! Kill it! Kill it!"
"Don't worry, I got it!" the Marine shouted, dropping his chips, reaching under the black couch and whipping out a handgun.
"Nein! Stay back, American!" Richtofen squealed, embracing the child closer.
"What in the hell are you doing, kraut?! You tryin' to get us killed?!" Dempsey barked.
The newborn whimpered, frightened by all of the racket and the gun that was pulled from underneath the couch. The Nazi noticed this and became upset.
"You're scaring him! Shut up!"
The other 3 became painfully quiet and the infant giggled creepily.
"Even his laugh is a sign of the devil!" the Samurai harshly whispered.
"Shut up, Takeo. Ve are not going to kill him. Ve are going to take care of him."
"We?! Ha! So he can grow up into a man-eating, undead, flesh-addict and eat us alive? You're on your own!" the blond said, placing a hand on his hip.
"Look at him zhough! He's so cute!" the Doctor cooed, gently petting the infant's brown hair.
"Is cute and evil! We kill it!" the Soviet sneered.
"Nein. Ve're all going to take care of it." the sadist growled.
"Or what?" Dempsey quizzed.
A switch-blade was flung from the German's side of the room and hit the bottle of vodka that Nikolai was sipping from. The bottle shattered into multiple pieces and hit the floor, the carpet being soiled with the Russian beverage. Belinski screeched in disbelief and fainted, crashing to the ground.
The Samurai and Marine looked down at their drunken friend, then looked up at a giggling, zombie infant and a delighted Richtofen, who had the most disturbing and terrifying smirk on his face.
"Und zhen zhere vere two! Anyone else vant to go against zhe doctor's commands?!"
"No!" the two soldiers said, somewhat fearful of what their treatment would be if they were to deny his wishes.
"Zhen it's settled." the dark-haired, German held up the foul-smelling, baby boy towards the ceiling. "Ve vill take good care of you, little one! Who's mein favorite little zombie? You are!"
Upon lowering the child, he was greeted with the awkward stares of Takeo and Dempsey.
"Stop looking at me!"