Dr. Richtofen waited until the zombie came up real close to his window. Then he would knife the zombie just for the extra blood to fly. He seemed to be having some sort of demented orgasm at the feel of the putrid blood splatter against his skin.

Nikolai hesitated approaching him at the sight of this. "Uhmm, Richtofen?" He said.

"Just a moment, Nikolai." Richtofen replied while waiting for another zombie to hobble up to his window. When it got there, the insane Nazi swung his knife and felt the flesh splash. "Aaaahhhh... Yes?" He turned around to face Nikolai.

"Um, well, you saw that the box stole Dempsey, right?"

"Ah, yes indeed! Very amusing! Oooh, I hate zhat Dempsey!"

"Um, okay. Well, even so we should probably try to save him, no? I mean, he's a great comrade to have."

"Hm. I suppose I would love to see him cry in pain for mercy against mein beasts!" Richtofen let out a crazy laugh.

Nikolai waited a few moments before speaking up again. "Errrrrm... okay I'll take that as a 'yes we will save him'."

"Bah." Richtofen uttered. "If you vant to put it zhat vay."

Nikolai was pleased. He just might get his 'friend' back. They all should get moving soon, he thought. Currently, Nikolai had 2,450 points to spend. He decided to wait just one more round.

"Nikolai!" A voice called up from below. "Watch your window!" It was Takeo running all around on the ground floor, trying to avoid a bunch of zombies that had gotten through Nikolai's window, since no one was watching it right now. Running around zombies and reloading a long rifle was harder than it looked. Takeo soon managed to get the new magazine inside the M14, and finished off most of the zombies from the middle of the stairway on the right. Nikolai killed the ones Takeo couldn't.

"You're welcome." Nikolai sarcastically snapped, while putting two shells back into his shotgun.

Takeo ignored Nikolai's remark. "We will move on at the end of this round."

Dempsey wiped some zombie guts off his knife with his pant leg. He was still alive. "Is this round over yet?" He mumbled.

"Nope!" The Demonic Announcer answered.

"I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU!"

"Why not? Everyone loves talking to me!"

Dempsey groaned. "Obviously not, if I don't."

"Well, that's different. You're less than a human being!"

"I'm more than you! You're just a voice!"

"A huge, scary, THUNDEROUS voice!" The Demonic Announcer shouted that loud enough for that to be a message to every player.

Nikolai looked up, dumbfounded. "You guys hear that?"

Richtofen rushed over to Nikolai. "JA JA!" He screamed excitedly. "I told you the voices vere real!"

"Gah, here I go arguing with a voice again!" Dempsey complained while emptying another pistol magazine into a zombie's head, killing it, along with another one behind it. "Getting a little low here." Tank pulled the pin of a frag grenade and tossed it in the middle of four zombies limping his way. The blast killed three of them, and made a crawler of the fourth. Dempsey killed the crawler by knifing it. "Yawn."

"Congratulations!" The Demonic Announcer piped up. "You have survived one round on your own here."

"I could survive a million!"

"Doubt it. You'll be dead by then. Either killed by undead, or by age. Most likely, and hopefully, the former. Well, the latter would also be good!" The Demonic Announcer let out another evil laugh.

"Yeah, keep laughing." Dempsey taunted while stretching. "Aw, yeah!"

"Oh, and I have a little present for you to keep the fun times going!"

Tank was struck by so many thoughts at once, he couldn't say anything.

"Since you have no points still. . ."

Dempsey took a look at his score indicator. It was still at 0. "Hey, why the hell do I still have zero points? I killed at least a dozen zombies!"

"The mystery box is a strange thing. When you jump into it, it will really screw up your life. I've told this to thousands before you. Well actually, none before you."

Dempsey shot the mystery box with one M1911 bullet.

"Anyway, your present is one free weapon spin at the box, generously given to you by yours truly."

The Marine was flabbergasted by this. Was some evil voice who had just kidnapped him about to give him a free weapon so he could defend himself? "Whatever." He replied flatly.

The mystery box lid opened on its own. Tank watched as it cycled through a bunch of firearms. His hopes started to increase. He might actually get something great. Perhaps a lightweight SMG so he could keep slipping through zombies' grasps, or powerful like an LMG so he could sit in one corner of the room all day, laying suppressing fire on the zombies. Even the ballistic knife would be very helpful to him now. He might even get a wonder weapon. Oh how that would help him so much!

He was joyful until it landed on an L96A1 sniper rifle.

"Oh great." He stomped on the floor out of disappointment. "Of all weapons!"

Usually, the L96 would be a respectful weapon at this time. But, a tiny room such as this wasn't the best place to use a bulky and really heavy bolt-action sniper rifle with a 5 round magazine. Even the Dragunov would be more useful, due to its smaller size, lighter weight, larger clip, and semi-automatic nature.

The Demonic Announcer laughed again. "You like it? I was sure to give you something that would make one of us happy!"

Tank took the sniper rifle and cocked it. "Hmph. Well you picked the wrong one to please."