Milz watched with wide yellow eyes as his Soviet father walked away, leaving him standing at the door to his Kindergarten classroom. Ms. Sophia stood by the door, keeping an eye on a troublemaker who'd just returned from his suspension. His freckled face and pitch black hair was always on the move around the classroom. The small zombie took a deep breath and stepped inside. Almost immediately, he was noticed. Blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes, gray eyes; they were all on him.

Tabitha dropped her dark-skinned Barbies and dashed over to her cubbie on the other side of the room. Her curly red hair was up in pigtails today and she had on a red t-shirt along with a pair of blue jeans. Normally, she'd wear a dress of some sort, but because October had finally landed, she was forced to wear something cozy. The little girl picked Milz's red crown out of the cubbie and walked over to him gracefully.

The zombified toddler leaned his head down and let her place the crimson crown onto his bronze head. She clapped with glee and a former King watched with envy. Ms. Sophia called the children over to the carpet and they assembled as quickly as they could. Jacob placed himself in the back, not wanting to be near the kids. Milz peeked over his shoulder at him and somewhere inside of his chest, he felt guilty.

"Good morning, class!" the cocoa-skinned teacher greeted. "Can anyone tell me what happens during the month of October?"

"Scary stuff!" a boy answered.

"That's right! Halloween!" the teacher clapped, reaching behind her wooden chair and holding up a big bag full of decorations. "So, today, we're going to decorate the classroom!"

A delighted cheer burst from the children as they stood back up to their feet. Milz was assigned to decorating the cubbies. He did his job, quietly planning his fall that would take place during recess.

Meanwhile, back at home, things were tense. Dempsey lie behind the black leather couch, pumping more weights again. His mind wasn't focused on the lifting, but instead what he experienced last night.

He and his roommates had just escaped Richtofen's horrifying dinner and took refuge at a local sushi restaurant. The blond and Nikolai had lost in a game of rock, paper, scissors against Takeo and were forced to eat Chinese for the night. Luckily, they had other choices on the menu and luckily, for Nikolai, they had sake.

The three slurped down their noodles, gulped down their sake and enjoyed their sushi, making conversation with each other.

"How do you eat with those?" Dempsey asked his Japanese friend who was using two slithers of wood to consume his raw fish.

"It takes practice. Forks are rather simple." Takeo replied, spreading a small slither of wasabi over his next bite.

"Of course! Why do you think he uses them?" Nikolai joked, earning himself a playful elbow from the Marine he was next to.

"At least I'm not drunk off my ass." Tank replied.

The Soviet bellowed a hardy laugh before tilting back another gulp of sake. Tank busied himself with his noodles, wondering what Richtofen did with his disgusting stuffed liver. He must've been more out of his mind than usual to think that they would eat that crap. Before he knew it, he was done with his food. While he waited for Takeo to stop stuffing himself and for Nikolai to sober up a bit, he gazed off into space. They'd left the house so fast that he didn't bother to grab his phone. Not that he answered it anyway.

"Daddy!" a little girl's voice rang.

What the hell was that? The American straightened his back out and observed the area. He could've sworn that he'd heard someone's voice. A familiar voice. Dempsey shifted his blue eyes to the table and he was back in time. Way back. Hugging his leg was his daughter, alive and well. Tank reached down to pet her head, too afraid to believe this was real. The girl shifted her head up and her eyes were glowing yellow. Her face was rotting away and drool seeped from beyond her teeth.

"You let me die, Daddy."

The weights in Dempsey's hands fell and he sat up, his flashback coming to an end. Last night was not normal. Everyone had experienced something strange. The three Veterans had came home to find Richtofen nearly cutting his fingers off. This was something they'd expect to see, but it was rare nowadays. He had his medication to keep him in check. He wouldn't be doing something like that unless he'd gone without his pills for more than an hour. There was no way that the Doctor would let something like that happen, especially with Milz in the house.

The blond checked his surroundings. Richtofen stopped folding laundry and he was staring into space. Near the kitchen, Takeo was no longer meditating. He, too, was looking at nothing in particular. Tank rose up from his spot on the red carpet and leaned over the back of the couch where Nikolai was. The remote was on the floor and his vodka was leaning on the armrest.

None of this was right. The Marine stepped over to the Samurai and waved a hand in front of his eyes.

"Hey, Tak?" No response. "You alright?"

Again, nothing. Dempsey reached back and slapped the man across the face and the Japanese jumped back to life. He blinked multiple times and looked at his hands questionably.

"What happened?"

"I dunno. You just started gazing off into space." Tank explained. "You look like you've seen a pair of tits."

Takeo rolled his earth brown eyes and got up from his baby blue mat, walking over to Richtofen. He grabbed the man by his shoulders and shook him awake. The sadist's dead blue eyes blinked several times before he slapped his roommate with a t-shirt.

"Get your hands off of me, filth!" the German growled and Takeo was happy to let go.

Dempsey snapped Nikolai out of his daydream and the discussion began.

"What the hell just happened?" the Marine questioned, grabbing his seat behind the couch again.

"Ve vere all daydreaming..." Edward began, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"This is out of the ordinary." Takeo said.

"Oh, really? I didn't notice." the Doctor sarcastically replied, rolling his eyes and bringing himself back to his thoughts.

The Japanese ignored the remark and took his seat back on his mat. He awaited more guesses and conversation, thinking of how Milz was handling school. Hopefully, he wasn't experiencing anything out of the ordinary as they were.