A/N: I have never updated this much in a week. Holy crap. Anyway, it's starting to get intense guys. Leave a review and tell me what you think so far. Enjoy!
Takeo crawled ahead of Nikolai in the tunnel, his earth brown eyes adjusting to the darkness. Luckily for them, there was only one tunnel and it was wide enough to give them some room. At the end of the tunnel, Takeo extended an arm and touched what seemed like wood. He gave the wood a nudge and the mini door swung open, revealing Richtofen's dark closet. The Japanese climbed out first and the Russian followed suit.
"Is another closet? Richtofen lied to us." Nikolai muttered.
Takeo stood up, a couple of coats draping against his head. He felt the door for a handle. The cold metal touched his hand. He took this as an invitation, grabbing the door knob and giving it a turn.
The duo stepped out of the closet and the room was near empty. The room had been trashed as well. Important documents lay scattered about on the floors and Milz's teddy bear lay on the king-sized bed with a scalpel through it's heart. The drawers of Richtofen's desk were wide open and his bed sheets dangled onto the floor. Not only that, but his computer was missing and so was his cell phone and cell phone charger.
Nikolai rushed over to the corner and picked up a metal baseball bat that hadn't been touched.
"We use this to murder burglars. Nikolai likes." he slurred, a smile on his face.
"I'm surprised you are not using a vodka bottle." the Samurai whispered and went over to the door, silently twisting the lock.
He peered down the hallway, Nikolai looming over him and staring down as well. Quietly, they tip-toed out and walked past the bathroom and Milz's soon-to-be bedroom. Takeo's door was wide open and he rushed inside lightly, gawking at everything that was missing. His samurai swords were nowhere to be found, the lanterns that hung from his ceiling were gone and even his iPod stand had disappeared. He reached under his mattress and pulled out a spare samurai sword.
The Japanese sighed in relief. Now he had a weapon to use and it wouldn't take much to defeat the intruders now.
"Let's go, stupid Asian! I think they are leaving!" the Soviet piped up.
Takeo dismissed his insult and followed him out. They went past Dempsey's destroyed room and silently walked by the closet they were once stuck in. Nikolai ran out into the living room with a battle cry and grabbed one of the darkly dressed men by their throat. But something wasn't right.
The men's eyes were a sunny yellow, just like Milz's.
"They're... zombies?" the Russian wondered aloud.
"I... I don't know..." the Samurai whispered as all the shadowy figures turned towards them, their eyes blazing like the sun.
Zombies or not, they wouldn't be leaving the house with all of their valuable items. Takeo went forward and began slicing their hands off, making them drop the bags they were holding. The men didn't scream, but instead attacked. Nikolai crushed skull after skull, but the 6 men kept rising after every shot. Masaki stabbed one of the thieves through the heart and his eyes dimmed into nothingness. He tumbled to the ground lifelessly.
Nikolai took his bat and bashed one of their skulls into a messy pulp on the ground in a drunken rage. The drunk was grabbed from behind, but saved by a blood covered Takeo and the sleek blade of a katana. The last three shut down, their eyes dying. They fell over onto the red carpet with a thud and Takeo stepped away from the scene. Several trash bags lie on the floors next to bloody, handless bodies.
"We did it!" Nikolai cheered. "Now we can dri-"
The bodies began to fade away and disappeared into a golden mist which flowed underneath the front door and out of the home. The Japanese watched in awe as the blood he was covered with slowly lifted from his body in a golden mist and followed the rest out of the house. The crimson liquid lifted from every surface and seeped underneath the front door.
The two watched the living room in wonder. Nothing remained but trash bags full of their stuff. Not a single drop of blood remained on their bodies or their weapons.
"This is probably the result of Nikolai becoming sober." the brown-haired other concluded, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
"I saw it too..." Masaki pondered.
"You are dumb Asian. What do you know?"
The drunk wobbled over to the closet and unlocked it from the outside to a sleeping Milz and two fighting men. They stopped when the door opened.
"Did ya stop 'em?" Dempsey questioned, standing to his feet.
"Of course we did! I did all the work." Nikolai lied.
"Zhat's my Nikolai! Alvays so stong and focused!" Richtofen cooed, picking up his sleeping zombie.
Everyone retreated to bed at 5am after unpacking their items and placing them in their original spots. They all fell asleep as soon as possible. Except for Takeo. He stayed up, thinking about the golden mist and the strange eyes the robbers had.
A lone, curvy figure stood at the end of the street. The gold mist flowed over to them, giving them shape. The mist formed legs first, then a waist, after that, a busty torso. A head was molded, blonde hair on top in a messy bun. The right arm was created in a majestic swirl. Finally, the extended left arm was shaped. A shoulder, a muscle, a forearm and finally, pale fingers.
Lona Modell blinked her shining yellow orbs at the Veteran's home. Another failure. She dropped her left arm to her side in defeat and then narrowed her eyes in anger and envy. Her black bath robe hung on her body and her shoe-less feet stuck to the snow-covered street.
Without a word, she disappeared in yet another flash of golden mist into the night.