A/N: Well, welcome to the redux of my fic Gamer's Don't Shoot Zombies. After certain events happened, I decided to rewrite the story as it was originally intended to be written. Vivian is still the main OC (and to note as well this fic isn't a "self insert" - it merely features an OC) in this story, so don't worry! Her personality will be shifted slightly, more suited to what her personality was intended to be. Some events will change, and some elements will change, mostly to make things slightly more realistic, but still more fantasy-based as well (gobblegums, perks, etc). That all being said, I'm still hoping that this story will be just as good, if not more, than its original counterpart.

Chapter Genre: x

Chapter Rating: K+

Rating Content: Brief Mild Language

She knew she shouldn't be playing video games so late in the evening, considering she had to work in the morning, but she honestly just needed the distraction lest her thoughts get to her and prevent her from sleeping altogether.

Video games was one of her ways of coping whenever things happen that triggered negative emotion. She had gotten frustrated at work earlier that day, due to some prick of a coworker deciding that she was going to do all the legwork while he handled the smaller stuff. It got worse when customers decided to flood in when he decided to take his break as well. She ended up snapping at a customer who was more than rude, and she got a talk from the manager, which pissed her off since she was clearly in the right!

Vivian sighed as she practically smashed the melee button, hearing the almost satisfying sound of a bowie knife colliding with the flesh of a zombie. "'Get the fuck away!'" She heard from her headset.

She sighed again, although a little more calmly. Hearing Tank Dempsey's voice lines, or any of the other character's voice lines, was satisfying to her. Although the words spoken weren't the friendliest, it was calming for her to listen to her favourite character's voices. It was a form of comfort, in a sense. Most likely due to her love of the Black Ops 3 zombies mode.

She wasn't attempting the egg, as that was too stressful for her at this time of night, and she also didn't wish to wake anyone up in the apartment complex if she ended up yelling.

Being 25 years of age, a lot of people tended to mock her, especially her parents, for playing video games 'all the time', but they didn't understand that video games have always been a coping mechanism for her. Being able to immerse herself in a false world and briefly forget her struggles and worries, to just do something that she's truly passionate about. Being able to connect to characters, however fake they may be, was also comforting.

As she completed the last soul box (an unnecessary task, but one that gave her some good dopamine), she briefly wondered what it would be like if the characters were real. Not the actual game, as it would not exactly be pleasant, but just the characters. Takeo, Nikolai, Tank and Edward. Their general personalities can be seen in game, but what about in a real life setting? It would be interesting to see how they acted in their daily lives, and not just through a TV or computer screen.

She had read a lot of fanfiction, and written a lot as well, but each story had almost differing personalities for the characters, and she always wondered what they'd truly be like.

Vivian turned around in-game and attempted to throw a monkey bomb to try and be rid of the zombies that she was training, but she was suddenly flung far out of the maps boundaries, and she freaked out for a moment thinking she may have somehow broke her game.

She then burst into a fit of laughter upon realizing what she did. She had forgotten that Treyarch still hadn't patched the glitch where you could be kicked by Odin, and she realized she must have gotten in front of his foot just as he was taking a step forward.

But her panic rose once more when she realized she could start walking around outside the map boundaries. "Did I actually break my game?" She asked herself.

Trying her best to set aside her panic, she started exploring outside the map, and it was pretty barren once she thought about it. Obviously, since Treyarch (or any game developer) wouldn't make a massive area outside the needed map area. They most likely learned that from Tranzit, and they had to implement fog, not just because of the map size, but because of the area outside the map barriers.

She was about to quit her game to turn in for the night, until she saw something further out of the map barrier, and she got curious. Did Treyarch add a little mini egg outside the map on the off chance someone managed to get out of the map?

As she got closer to it, she noticed the figure as the shape of a teddy bear, one of Samantha's to be exact. Odd, she thought. Once she got close enough to it, she saw the prompt on the screen 'Hold X To Interact'.

Not able to resist, she held the X button on her controller, and she heard the familiar sound of Samantha's laughter as the teddy bear ascended into the sky. Then there was nothing else. She stood still in-game, extremely confused. "That's it?" She asked nobody in particular.

When she moved the analog stick, she didn't move, and only then did she panic. Especially since her Xbox One S started having a red light instead of a white one. She had never seen it have a 'red ring of death' before, and it made her extremely concerned!

Vivian instantly shot up, took off her headset and dashed to her console, holding down the power button in the hopes a hard reset would save it, but to no avail as she held it for far more than ten seconds, and the device refused to turn off.

She couldn't afford a new console and she didn't want to have to spend hundreds to repair it, this was definitely not happening!

Thinking quick, she simply unplugged her Xbox and the tv screen went blue and her Xbox was no longer on. She sighed and turned off her tv, thinking it best to turn in for the evening anyways.

She slowly undressed as she walked to her bedroom, making a mental note to clean up the clothes after she got home from work tomorrow afternoon. She then got into black jogging pants and a tank top and crawled into her bed, letting out a massive yawn.

Never realize how tired you are until you're actually in bed, she thought to herself, her eyes closing as she drifted off to sleep.

Such innocence, the entity thought to itself. Completely unaware of them, completely unaware of her fate to come.

The entity simply plucked her from this world, from this realm, from existence, grinning evilly to itself. Perhaps with this creature, they would finally move forward, and towards the destruction it craved for them to fall victim to.