Those Who Slay Together, Stay Together

Sketches and Stalkers

For the next couple hours, while everyone was still sleeping, Isabella proceeded to explain everything that had happened up to this point to Dempsey. 

She told him about playing the game during the thunderstorm and about her theory of how a strange bolt of lightning had somehow glitched her into the game. She explained how she had been separated from her sister and her sister's boyfriend and how they were teleported as well, but to a different area. 

A different map she had called it... Finally, she told him about how she lost contact with them about ten days ago and her goal to get Richtofen to fix the teleporter so they could travel to Russia and find them.

"And that's my plan." She paused, taking a deep breath before letting it out again. "Any questions?"

For once in his life Tank Dempsey was at a loss for words. "So what you're saying... Is this is a game?" He inquired slowly.

She hesitated but nodded. He needed to know the truth. I wonder what I'd think if someone told me my life as I knew it was a game... 

"I know it sounds-"

"Crazy?" He supplied quickly.

Isabella nodded again and looked away, continuing in a quieter voice. "But it's the truth..."

He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "...I believe you."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah..." Tank continued while leaning back and stretching casually. "A lot of crazy shit has happened to us since we've gotten involved with those teleporters..." He sighed again and gestured towards the room where the other men were sleeping. 

"And Richtofen's the only one who knows how to use the damn things." He frowned at the thought of the insane doctor being the one in control of the situation at the moment.

"I know, that's why I'm going to ask for his help." Isabella stated, deep in thought as to how she would persuade the other soldier.

Tank snorted. "Good luck with that. Stupid kraut only cares about himself."

"We'll have to leave this place at some point." She reasoned, not meeting his eyes. "If we don't, we'll all die..."

Dempsey thought about it. They would run out of ammunition eventually and once that happened they would be done for. They had to stop this once and for all. As much as Tank Dempsey loved killing freak bags, he was tired. 

I'm sure the rest of them feel the same... He reasoned, thinking of his teammates in the other room. Surely they didn't want to fight zombies forever. Or until their seemingly everlasting good luck decided to end...

"That little girl..." Isabella continued while staring off into space. "We need to stop her. She's the one sending all these zombies after us!" She explained, gesturing dramatically. 

Wait... How the hell do you stop/kill a freaking ghost? She asked herself, placing a finger underneath her chin and becoming lost in her own thoughts. You sound so dumb right now... Shut the hell up self!

"Little girl...?" Dempsey questioned interrupting her mental battle against herself.

Isabella was about to explain when a voice from behind them yawned. 

"Guten Morgan! Vhat vere you-"

"AAAAaaaaah! ZOMBIE!" Isabella screamed, turning instantly and throwing her journal straight into said zombies face, sending him stumbling backwards. Isabella suddenly came to the realization that zombies don't speak with a German accent.