Man, I'm real sorry for the long update, guys. Been busy with school and athletics, PLUS writers' block showed its ugly head again. Heck, it's not just its face that's ugly, it's its WHOLE BODY! Yeah, I'll be quiet now. . .

Sure enough, round 5 was no different than round 4. Dempsey continued his waltz around the room with his L96A1. Despite the fact than his left arm got tired frequently from having to hold up and pan the heavy rifle's barrel around to aim right, he was still having some fun disposing of the undead. He even joked that it made it more of a challenge to him, so it evened the scales a little more.

Of course, Tank's efficiency wasn't at all diminished.

"Hum dee dum, dee dum. . ." Tank hummed to himself. He was starting to get a little bored, actually. "Okay, yeah, it sure is no different that round 4!"

"Why are you complaining?" The Demonic Announcer teased. "Doesn't that mean that you're in no danger?"

"Well, I risk my life every day brawling with these marrow maggots! This is just getting boring. Even though it's the same thing, it's not!" Dempsey paused to think about what he said. "Errm. . .nevermind. But I still don't know how I'm bored after just two rounds. Maybe I still got some box lag." He reloaded his sniper rifle and finished off the last few zombies there.

"Well," The Demonic Announcer started. "This isn't going anywhere."

Takeo, Nikolai, and Richtofen ended up not camping in that corner after all. Probably just instinct that it's too early to be camping, they thought.

Richtofen emptied yet another 8-round M1911 magazine into some undead, not doing much good anymore. He started to reload, when he realized that he used up his last one. "I need to find some ammunition!" Richtofen started to cry. "AHHH!"

"Buy a different gun, Doctor!" Takeo recommended while aiming and firing at the zombie's heads with his M14.

"Nein, I'll use mein knife und grenades!"

"Whatever makes your boat float, Doctor."

Nikolai started to see that their progress was going a little slower than he hoped. Round 5, and still not past the upper hall. "Alright guys," he asserted, "we need to get moving if we want Dempsey alive! So I'll-"

"Oh, yeah." Richtofen remembered. Though he wasn't replying to Nikolai's recommendation, rather he forgot the last part in his in-game quote. "AHHH!" He cried.

Nikolai paused. "Uh, well. . .as I was gonna say, open the next door!"

"Ja ja." Richtofen answered. "You do so."

"I will follow." Takeo also insisted. As soon as he emptied another M14 clip, he rushed back to join his comrades as Nikolai opened the door into the lobby. (I heard it's really the foyer, but I always pictured the starting room as the foyer and the room with the cafe-like area the lobby. CONFUSION.)

Dr. Rchtofen was the first one down the set of stairs. "AAAAHHHahahahah. . .!" He laughed in pleasure as his favorite weapon came into view. "Ze MP40! My beautibar!" In a matter of mere seconds, a shiny MP40 was in his hands. The insane doctor felt a surge of energy rush through him. "Let's make SVISSSSSH CHEEEEEESE aaahahaha!" He began spraying bullets all over the room, also killing the few zombies that stumbled out of barriers that they had torn down already.

Takeo and Nikolai waited a moment to go into the room, as to avoid getting hit by one of the Nazi's stray bullets. By the looks of how excited he was to get his favorite gun finally, Richtofen could quite easily put a bullet into his foot, another into the ceiling, and another into Takeo and/or Nikolai all within the same second.

The dervish of bullets soon stopped. "He's empty." Takeo pointed out. "Let's move in." As he said that, a couple of zombies limped from the upper hall into the stairwell they were in. Takeo saw them just in time to whack them upside the head with the M14's buttstock. They fell to the ground. Takeo did as well, because the zombies actually fell on him.

"Get up!" Nikolai ordered. "They'll be more coming!" The Russian stepped down the stairs and into the top level of the lobby.

Dr. Rictofen stuck a fresh MP40 stick magazine into his prized submachine gun. "Vait." He thought. "Zhere are more coming from ze upstairs room!" Without hesitation, Richtofen took off to the upper level of the room, passing by Nikolai on the way up.

Takeo managed to get back to his feet. "Alright." He sighed. "Let us contini-AUGH!"

Richtofen crashed into Takeo on the way up the stairs, knocking him right back on the stairs. "Oops!" The doctor blurted. "Sorry about zhat, little tofu person!" He continued skipping up the stairs.

Takeo growled as he jumped back to his feet again. He decided to let the doctor take care of the last bit of the zombies in the round. Plus, he sure as hell didn't want to get in his way. Again.

Nikolai stood rebuilding the barrier on the door nearest to the Stakeout shotgun. Wonder how Dempsey is doing. He thought. I just hope he's still alive. We've really come a long way with his help. His pondering was interrupted by the Japanese man entering the vicinity.

"So," Takeo started as he bought a Stakeout. "Still no American."

"Naw." He answered flatly.

Takeo was not sure what else to say at the moment. "Hmph." He started walking down the large staircase by Nikolai. "Get ready. You know what's coming in the next round."

Nikolai sighed in reply as he walked over to the opposite corner of the room, and crouched facing outward.

Downstairs, Takeo did the same on a small pile of rubble by the powerless Speed Cola machine.

A final burst of gunshots echoed from upstairs in the upper hall, followed by one of Richtofen's maniacal laughs. He must have killed the last zombie in the round, because the round ended. Right when it ended, a white light appeared and went away quickly.

"Kaboom." The Demonic Announcer said calmly.

"D'OH!" Richtofen cried. "Zhat did NOTHING!"

Dempsey sat on the floor. "Finished another round!" He gawked.

"Way to go." The Demonic Announcer answered sarcastically.

"And you're still running your mouth! Err, vocal co-. . .well, whatever you use to talk. Holy crap, how do you talk!"

"Only Takeo knows. But even so, he does not." It said in an impression of Takeo's voice.

"Hey! Don't make fun of Tak!

"Whatever. IT'S ROUND 6 TIME!"

Dempsey growled. "Don't remind me." He said under his breath.

"You know what that means!"

An eerie fog rolled into the room, making everything seem a little dimmer. "FETCH ME THEIR SOULS!" The Demonic Announcer shouted in a more evil-sounding voice.

Lightning struck on the far side of the room, away from the mystery box. Dempsey rolled quickly around the corner and took a position by the shelf with the meteor on it. He would have to take out the elusive Hellhounds at point blank with a sniper rifle.

"Are you excited?" The Demonic Announcer taunted. "Cause I certainly am!"

Tank loaded a new mag into the L96. "Overjoyed." He replied with an emotionless tone.