As round 6 came to an end and 7 commenced, Nikolai and Takeo felt they were slowly starting to run out of fighting space. Richtofen, however, thought he could get some pleasure out of it.

Nikolai quickly bagged a zombie that hopped into the room through the hole in the ceiling. There was also a zombie charging full speed at him from his right. Thankfully, the Russian had just enough rounds in his submachine gun to take him down as well before having to reload.

Richtofen slaughtered any zombie he saw that was trying to take down the barriers. He managed to clear both windows in one sweep, thanks to the MP40's large capacity and stopping power.

Takeo just now stepped into the dressing room, for he was holding off the zombies coming their way from the lobby. The M14 was proving to be a very affective gun still.

"We outta keep moving!" Nikolai suggested once more. "If there's three of us and we're starting to have tough time, imagine what Dempsy is going through now!"

Takeo and Richtofen did not respond. They still could care less about the American.

"Takeo, you think we should move to the next room now?" Nikolai asked, just barely managing to slip through two zombies that were just about to corner him.

"Your call, Soviet." Takeo replied halfheartedly. He was focusing much more on blowing off undead head than he was on taking time to respond to his rival's thought.

Nikolai considered. He currently had the lowest amount of points of the three of them, but was also running low on PM63 ammo, and his Olympia wasn't very efficient anymore. Four zombies came rushing at him. Nikolai decided to just seize the opportunity and open up the next door. As he was doing so, he slid the last PM63 magazine he had into the chamber, cocked it, and let the bullets loose into the zombies' head and necks. The door was open momentarily. "Come on, guys!" He ordered.

"Ja ja," Richtofen responded. "I am coming, Nikolai."

"You go, Doctor!" Takeo suggested as he continued to fire his rifle at the pursuing zombies. "I will cover your escape!" As he emptied another M14 magazine, he began to walk backwards to catch up to his comrades. He also swapped out his M14 for his Stakeout, rather than reloading the rifle.

The first thing Nikolai did when he entered the stage area was check to see if the mystery box had spawned here. Nope. "Okay," Nikolai thought out loud to himself. "1,520 points left. Out of affective ammo. Still no Dempsey." The drunk Russian was hit with another tough decision. Try to retain his points, or buy an M16. Based on the situation, he just went with purchasing an M16.

Nikolai ran over to the chalk outline of the assault rifle, to the right of the power switch on the dark stage of the theater. He held up 1,200 points, and a 'new' M16 appeared in his hands. It is a pretty good weapon to use against the zombies, but now he only has 320 points. If Dempsey was in any unopened room, his American friend would have to hold off by himself for a bit longer. Takeo or Richtofen could afford to open up any doors necessary, but Nikolai knew they would not be willing to.

Not a moment too soon, Nikolai threw the large power switch, and the huge curtain opened, revealing what was left of the seating area. The teleporter also activated, Perk-A-Cola machines turned back on, the door separating the foyer and the theater opened, and a couple lights here and there were illuminated. He looked out into the theater for the box, and it wasn't there either.

Nikolai groaned and then went back the way he came, in order to help his team suppress the zombies rushing in from the dressing room.

"Almost glad you're back, Nikolai." Takeo said. "I'm going to get some honorable Juggernog. Keep hitting them."

Nikolai watched in disgust as the Japanese captain just left him hanging there in his place while, while he went to go and consume a succulent and very healthy beverage. "Meh, whatever." He began firing at zombie heads with the American weapon alongside Richtofen, who was killing most of the zombies with his MP40, which still had a great deal of reserve ammo.

"So have you located ze box and/or Dempsey yet, Nikolai?" Richtofen asked as he approached an intermission in his firing, in order to reload.

"No." He simply replied. "Wait, you can check the box's current location, can't you?" He realized. The Russian took his eyes of the targets and ceased firing. "I'm gonna check, Richtofen! Stay here and hold them off."

"Vhat? Vait! I'm not done rel- AHHH!" A massive horde of undead came rushing out of the dressing room. The Nazi scientist had to retreat to finish reloading. If he stayed there, he would he overrun with flesh-hungry monsters.

Nikolai jogged to the rearmost part of the backstage area to view the chalk map of the theater. There were a total of nine light bulbs on the map, each inside the perimeter of a room. One of them was illuminated, signifying the current location of the mystery box.

Nikolai gasped. "The box is in that tiny room!" He finally saw where he needed to go. However, he still had to get there. "Dempsey must be there! Could he have survived all this time in there? Hell, did he even get out of the box? Either way I've got to get in there quick."

"I am back and honorable!" Takeo shared, before jumping at the sight of the great multitude of zombies coming. It shocked him so much, he fell down the small set of stairs that lead up from the floor to the stage.

"Zhere are too many!" Richtofen cried as he sprayed some rounds. "Nikolai, friend, ve need you!"

"Right." Nikolai realized. "I better save up points!" He ran their way and started killing off the zombies, trying to get the most points he could so that he could open up the door and find out what's up with Dempsey.

Tank Dempsey felt the building rumble, followed by a loud and very unnatural noise. That was how he knew his fellow comrades had recently got the power turned back on.

He managed to hold off yet another round. It was indeed more difficult than any previous one, but still no match for him, even if all he had was an L96A1 and a Colt M1911. He was sure to continue his slow quickscoping.

"Whew!" He sighed. "And that's another one!" He changed out all the magazines for new ones while he sat down in the back corner of the room, under the window, and waited for his friends to finish mopping up the zombies they were dealing with. He could very faintly hear gunshots coming from the direction of the stage area.

It took him 'till now to realize that there have been no words spoken by the Demonic Announcer since their last quarrel. Strange, he thought. The almost dead silence continued on for some time. It was beginning to give Dempsey the chills, so he decided to check.

"Hey, voice." He spoke up. "You there?" There was nothing.

The silence went on for a few minutes. Still no voice. Maybe there would be no more zombies. That'd be great! Dempsey thought.

Suddenly, the mystery box lid opened. Dempsey watched it for awhile. Nothing happened, nor was there a weapon or a glow. He decided to go investigate.

As he stood up, there was a very strong wind leading to the box. The mystery box was sucking Tank inside. "What? Hey! WHOA!" He tried grabbing something to hold on to.

"Quick! Before it comes back!" A voice suggested. Though it was not the voice of the Demonic Announcer. This voice sounded Russian. It wasn't nearly as tough sounding as Nikolai's, but the most mysterious thing Dempsey had ever heard. Maybe.

"What. . .the. . .HELL!" Dempsey was sucked into the box with nothing else spoken. The mystery box lid close, and everything in the room went back to normal. Or actually, how it was before the mystery box inhaled the American warrior.