Those Who Slay Together, Stay Together

99 Shots of Vodka, 99 Shots of Glee

"Ah yes... Takeo...?" Richtofen questioned, "Can you hand me zhat screwdriver-"

The sound of puking could be heard from the corner of the room as Dempsey scrunched up his nose while looking away.

"Ok, ew."

The doctor sighed. "Is zhat all he's going to do zhis trip?" He said tiredly, standing up and grabbing the tools he would need to fix the teleporter himself.

"Oh, I have such a headache... I need vodka!" Nikolai complained, earning a glare from Brianna as Isabella remained quiet, thinking about what could have caused a zombie outbreak in their time. 

I don't think us being in the game could have affected things that much... Isabella wondered, having a hard time believing this was actually happening. There must be another reason for... Suddenly she stopped, eyes widening as she put all the pieces together. 

We're still in the game-

"Now ain't the time for drinking, Nikolai-" Dempsey argued loudly, only to be cut off by the Soviet. 

"I heartily disagree!" Nikolai shot back while searching through the room's filing cabinet and desk drawers, looking for anything alcoholic. "Now is perfect time for drinking..."

"Ja, vodka..." Richtofen mumbled to himself as Nikolai and Dempsey continued to fight in the background. "Zhat vill give me ze distraction, er I... I mean... Good idea!" He said suddenly, noticing the suspicious glare Isabella was sending his way.

"See Tank? It always good time for drinking, eh?" The Soviet reasoned as he gave up his search, slumping against the wall with a grunt and looking rather pathetic. He held his hands out in front of him, staring at them for a moment before speaking again. 

"My eyesight is clear, my hands do not shake... you guys..." Nikolai said, looking at everyone in the room with a panicked expression. "I-I think I'm... SOBER!"

Dempsey rolled his eyes as Isabella laughed to herself, looking at the Russian's serious face of concern as well as her sister's irritated glare. 

"I'm going to need a drink if I have to stay in this room much longer..." Brianna chimed in, sighing in annoyance as her sister continued to chuckle.

"Zhere couldn't be anything left to drink around here, could zhere?" Richtofen said curiously, speaking to himself as a noise on the other side of the door got everyone's attention.

"Hey, we're back!" A male voice said, sounding a bit out of breath. "Sorry about earlier! We had to lead Ol' George back to water to calm him down..."

"What?" Dempsey said, completely confused.

"Something happened to our director and now he... Stalks us... But we can't kill him." The other, older sounding male explained, thinking about how weird this must sound to the strangers behind the door. "All we know is the zombies took him and when he came back... He was a monster."

"And he's invincible or some shit!" The male with the southern accent added before shooting a few stray zombies that were trying to come through one of the windows. "Don't mess with me boy!" He drawled before blowing their heads off with his pistol.

Zhe 115 is mutating... Just like Maxis said it vould... Richtofen realized, listening in on their conversation and thinking back on when they had first began testing on the element. Verdammt! He vas right... Unsure of exactly how he felt about that, he thought back on previous instances where the element was involved. 

Zhat vould explain ze effects it had on Izabella und ze American as vell...

"Anyway," The elder of the two men continued, apparently oblivious to the group's confusion. "We found this laying around outside and since none of us drink..."