Those Who Slay Together, Stay Together

Acquiring the Golden Rod

"Let's do lunch sometime..." George said, chuckling evilly as the sound of his heavy footsteps drew closer. "How 'bout NOW."

Shit... Isabella thought, panicking slightly as everyone was silent for a moment, waiting for whatever was going to happen next. Is that who they were talking about before? Their director-

A loud gunshot interrupted her thoughts as another explosive yell shook the building. 

"I thought we were friends!" George roared, swinging his spotlight around angrily, smashing the fuse box outside the door. The lights inside flickered a few times before going out, as sparks flew from the teleporter before it shut down completely and the small room was plunged into darkness once again. Loud footsteps could be heard retreating as the sounds of the undead followed as well. 

"Aww, don't run away!" George shouted, laughing evilly before an eerie silence washed over the room and it's occupants.

"What the hell was that?" Brianna whispered, confused and slightly scared of whatever that thing was coming back, as she listened to everyone stumbling around in the dark. 

What are we going to do now that we don't know what will happen? She asked herself nervously, her fists clenching in her lap while she closed her eyes, wishing she could be anywhere else at the moment. How are we even going to get out of this room?

"Whatever it was, it severely fucked our power situation..." Isabella slurred, laughing to herself as she slumped against the teleporter before shutting her eyes, completely exhausted and quite frankly, too tired and drunk to care. 

Truthfully, she was terrified. For once, she didn't know what was coming next. Everything had been so easy when she had known exactly what to do and which steps to take. Now, they were all in the dark once again. 

In more ways than one... Isabella thought, chuckling drunkenly at their misfortune.

"Verdammt!" Richtofen cursed, stomping forward angrily as his boot connected with a toolbox lying on the floor. 

CRASH!

"SCHEISSE! Mach es der selber du verdammter Arschficker!" He screamed rapidly, picking himself up off the ground as a few emergency lights blinked on, casting a dim glow over everyone's features. 

Everyone except Takeo, who was still crippled in the corner, snickered a bit, earning a fierce glare from the doctor that said, 'laugh again and I will cut you' as they all fell silent. He made his way to the door, removing his hat for a moment and pressing his ear to the cool metal, listening for any other sounds outside.

Silence.

"At least there aren't any zombies in here..." Tank said from across the room, still sounding rather intoxicated. "I feel like I'm on vacation!"

"Nikolai seconds that!" The Russian chimed in happily, both of them seemingly unfazed by the fact that they were once again without power.

"Well, that's looking at the glass as half full guys..." Brianna piped up, a tinge of sarcasm tainting her melodic voice. "I guess that's got to count for something..."

The group continued their conversation as Richtofen sighed in defeat, ready to take a seat himself, when the muffled sound of footsteps could be heard approaching. His green eyes widened, a plan already forming in his mind as he heard the person draw nearer. A few gunshots could be heard before the sound of footsteps racing past the door.

"Vait!" Richtofen hissed, tapping on the door gently while trying to get their attention.

"What is it this time?" The man with the southern accent drawled, sounding quite annoyed as he paused, using his MP5K to blast the heads off a few zombies that were following him.