"Nyegh... yah..."

Nikolai laid on the bale of Hay, and tossed and turned.

But he could not sleep.

No matter how much he drank, and how he drank it, he could not sleep.

"No... no..."

A bearded pilot was running.

"Дерьмо..." Said the man, who grabbed an MG08 and proceeded to fire at the zombies.

"Вы не будете брать меня, сыновья Сатаны!!!"

"Eh?"

The man looked up and saw a giant foot, high in the sky...

...and it went down.

"AHHHHH...."

"...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Nikolai shot straight up at that nightmare. He was in a cold sweat, and was panting. All of this also compounded into a bad hangover, which was not fun either.

"Nikolai! What happened?"

"Oh, Weasel, it was horrible nightmare... I was... crushed... by giant... thing."

"A giant thing?"

"Da! It was horrible..." Nikolai took a swig of vodka, then two, and then a fifth, and then a third. He wanted to forget.

"Nikolai, do you want to get alcohol poisoning?!?!" Weasel said as he pulled the bottle away for the drunk.

"GIVE THAT BACK!!!" The Russian and the varmint, both struggled with the bottle until they accidentally shattered it in their grasp. The two reeled back in pain and saw their hands, cut up by glass, and bleeding.

"Ah shit, this hurts!" Weasel yelled.

"Serves you right, мудак!"

"What in tarnation is goin' on in... oh mah goodness, yer hands!!!" Applejack went closer to look at the damage. Pretty bad.

"Yeah, no shit!" Nikolai yelled.

"Lemme get the First Aid, be right back!" Applejack said as she rushed out.

This left two men in a barn, with bleeding hands, and the sound of crickets in the night. Albert took a sigh, and mubbled to himself.

"First death, than purgatory, then griffons, then time going backwards, and now this Albert. Are you ever gonna get a break, a single moment of respite from the universe as it continues to make your life a living hell? Are you?"

Applejack came back with the first aid kit in tow, and proceeded to treat Albert's hands first. Some moonshine to disinfect, and sting. Then some bandages to stop the bleeding. The same went for the drunk.

"Ya both been havin' a bad time. Ya sure yer friends?"

"Da, I've know Weasel since..." Nikolai suddenly drew a blank. He... could not remember.

"Nikolai, don't you remember, it was when you were exiled from Russia, back in 1916."

"Oh... I think I remember, but... I do not want to remember something from that time."

"We need to take ya to a shrink. We'll do it in the mornin'. Try an' git some sleep, both of ya."

"Yeah, sure." Weasel said as he fell into bed.

Nikolai on the other hand just sighed, and fell back into his bed, or rather, a bale of hay.

"Night." Applejack said as she trotted out.

"Good night." Albert said as he yawned and fell back to sleep.

"Da, good night comrades." Nikolai said as he went to sleep himself.

Author's Notes:

I for one, will be playing Origins when it comes out for PS3. I had to write this when it came to WWI, dieselpunk France with giant robots and zombies, with THE ORIGINAL CREW!!!