"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..."

Nikolai's head snapped up at the mention of alcohol as a few beeps could be heard on the other side of the door before a whooshing sound, as a bottle of vodka dropped into room via the door's deliver tube.

"Dankeschön freund!" Richtofen shouted in the direction of the door, quite surprised at this turn of events. 

Vunderbar! The doctor thought joyfully as he watched the Russian soldier snatch the bottle from the tube before hugging it affectionately. Just ze distraction I need for ze final schteps of mein plan...

"Nikolai is so happy! Everybody drinks!" The Russian soldier shouted, throwing his hands up in the air with a childlike smile plastered across his face. Amused laughter could be heard on the other side of the door as well as the muffled sounds of a gunfire before another roar shook the ground once again. 

"Aw shit, George is back!" One of them yelled worriedly as the sound of stomping drew closer. "We gotta move!"

More gun shots and a few explosions were heard before the two men ran past the giant metal door, shouting as they both sprinted away up the stairs. "We'll be back! Don't worry!" The older man called over his shoulder while following his other comrade to where the rest of their team was located.

Isabella sighed, contemplating the situation they were in this time as she stood next to the Soviet, watching him rip the seal off the bottle before unscrewing the cap and sniffing it's contents. He grinned, taking a swig before shaking his head and stumbling back a bit at the taste. 

"Da, this is good stuff!" Nikolai announced, taking another swig before noticing Isabella eyeing the bottle of vodka in his hand curiously. 

Well, not getting drunk isn't going to fix anything... Isabella reasoned, looking for any excuse to escape the stress of what they were all going through.

"Careful," Nikolai warned, handing her the bottle and eyeing the young woman as she tilted it back with two hands, getting a small taste. "Is not fruity vodka made for leetle girls..."

Isabella frowned, trying to keep a straight face as the liquor burned it's way down her throat to her stomach. 

"Oh yeah?" She challenged, not about to be underestimated. "I can handle it... So don't worry, okay?" She finished confidently, taking another painful swig as she tried her best to pull off a cocky smirk. The Russian soldier laughed, patting Isabella on the back roughly. 

"That's the spirit!" He shouted, snatching the bottle back and taking another swig before passing it to the Marine, who looked at it questioningly. 

"Come on Tank," Isabella said, raising an eyebrow. "Don't be lame..."

"Fuck it, why not?" Dempsey sighed, grabbing the bottle from Nikolai and taking a generous swig before passing it back. "Oo-rah! That stuff's alright..."

"Brianna?" Isabella questioned, offering the bottle to her sister after taking another small sip. 

"Nah, I think I'll pass..." The blonde woman said, shaking her head as Isabella shrugged, handing the bottle back to the Soviet.

The three continued to drink as Isabella glanced back at their teammates momentarily. Brianna was sitting on the floor looking bored, Takeo was still looking rather pale in the corner and Richtofen... 

Probably plotting how to kill us all in our sleep... Isabella thought irritatedly, glaring at the doctor who was across the room working on the teleporter. I just feel like he's up to something other than what he's telling us...

Sighing heavily, she returned her gaze to the two intoxicated soldiers in front of her as she attempted to become inebriated herself. After about an hour, the bottle of vodka was more than halfway gone and so were the few who consumed it.

"Come on Rechtolfen," Tank slurred, chuckling as he pronounced the doctor's name horribly wrong. "It's singin' time..."

Isabella burst out laughing as she saw said doctor's head pop out from the other side of the teleporter. The look of confusion on his face was priceless. 

"Vhat?"

Brianna rolled her eyes at their drunken antics while Takeo stayed far away, the mere smell of the alcohol in the air making him feel queezy...

"Ahhaii, I feel like dancing with third wife, like she is doing the Troyka with me!" Nikolai said abruptly, getting Dempsey's attention as he forgot about the crazy doctor. 

"Wait, isn't the Troyka that dance that needs three people?" He questioned, waiting for Nikolai to explain.

"Yeah, but third wife big woman, heh, she could do both parts!"

"Ew." Isabella slurred, shaking her head a bit before taking another sip of vodka and trying her best to clear the images that were forming in her mind.

"I lie in bed and just roll toward her, you know?" Nikolai continued, unaware of how disturbing his story was becoming.

"Wauraheurghhhh..." 

A splashing sound across the room got everyone's attention as Takeo was leaned over in the corner once again. 

"Takeo!" Nikolai shouted, smiling at the Japanese soldier who was currently scowling back at him. "Let's dance you barfing fool!"

Dempsey and Nikolai proceeded to torture Takeo with their horrible singing while Isabella sat down next to Brianna listening to the two soldiers make fools of themselves.

"99 shots of vodka, 99 shots of glee, we drink for fun, it's better than rum!~ 99 shots vodka for me!~... 98 shots of vodka, 98 bottles of glee,we drink for fun, it's better than rum!~ 98 bottles of vodka for me!~..."

Isabella grinned drunkenly, watching Takeo cover his ears as Brianna was snickering to herself, probably thinking the same thing she was at the moment.

Men...

"96 shots of vodka-" Nikolai sang, taking another swig from the bottle and choking on it a bit as Dempsey elbowed him.

"Come on, you lost count again you dumbass!" Tank groaned as he grabbed the bottle of vodka for himself. "Now we have to start all over again..."

"Well, I do not like math..." Nikolai stated defensively, before they both started singing the same song again from the beginning.

"99 shots of vodka, 99 shots of glee~..."

I wonder where we'll end up... Isabella mused, zoning out and staring at the glowing piece of machinery in the corner. That is, if we ever get out of here... Tch, wish I had something to draw on...

The dark haired woman's eyes widened when she suddenly remembered the night she'd lost her journal. Stumbling over to the teleporter, she leaned against it, crossing her arms and observing the German inside before breaking the silence.

"So," She drawled, watching as the doctor turned his head to face her, seemingly annoyed by her very presence. "Where is it?"

"Vhere is vhat?" He questioned, green eyes narrowing at her interruption and idiotic question, as he continued working despite the glare she was giving him.

"My journal. I know you took it."

"I haven't ze slightest clue vhere you have misplaced your things Izabella-"

"I didn't misplace anything!" She hissed, interrupting him as she stomped her foot on the ground angrily, making him cast a curious glance at her. He smirked, seemingly amused by her distress as he turned around, ignoring her and continuing with the repairs.

"Hey! Don't just-"

A unfamilar voice interrupted Isabella as she stopped talking, along with everyone else in the room as a dim purple light leaked through the cracks of the metal door. 

"Where are yoooouuuu?" The deep, almost demonic voice bellowed as everyone remained silent, unsure of exactly who, or what was on the other side. The sound of electricity could be heard in the background as well as the groans of the undead as the deep voice spoke again, chuckling slightly. 

"Let's do lunch sometime. How 'bout NOW."