A/N: I kinda thought to myself about if one or two modern gaming kids (not actual kids mind you) ended up being inside of a CoD Zombies game. They'd act like idiots and end up creeping the 2.0 versions of the Originals out. They'd talk weird, they'd act weirder, and them acting like a bunch of fools does end up getting them in trouble. Of course, I couldn't pass this opportunity up so I had to write it! Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy!

Chapter Genre: General

Chapter Rating: T

Rating Content: Coarse Language (they both need soap in their mouths)

"You're gonna get me killed, mate!"

"That's the point!"

"I'll lose my perk-"

Too late, it would seem, as she ended up jumping over the edge of the stairway and killing herself instantly. She growled in frustration whilst her friend laughed. "Dude, and I saw that!" He exclaimed, trying to catch his breath between his fits of laughter.

Despite herself, she couldn't help but laugh as well. "But good luck, eh? You got a horde of Zombies coming up."

There was a brief silence before he ended up shrieking. Not even a second later, and the round was over. Vivian cackled almost maniacally at his failure. "Dude, that's what you get!"

"Why didn't you help me?!" He demanded.

"I was down and outta ammo!" She replied. "I said there was an insta-kill but you just decided to go 'ha, no, fuck you!' and let me die. And I had my pack-a-punched Argus too!"

"Fuck your Argus!" He screamed into the mic, making her wince and lower the volume on her headset. "Talk to me when you have a double pack-a-punched Ray Gun, then you can complain!"

They both laughed at each other, then, both at their fails and at their poorly-thought-out pranks. this is how most of their Zombies gaming sessions went, where they went in serious and came out giggling like a couple of school girls.

Vivian took a deep breath and wiped at the tears in her eyes. "Daren, if we ever ended up in the apocalypse, we'd so be dead in like a heartbeat!"

"Not before I throw you to the zombies, first." He replied. "Then I might have a chance."

Vivian rolled her eyes and she scrolled through her gobblegum packs, checking to make sure she had everything in order and stocked up. "So you're telling me that, if we ended up in the Call of Duty apocalypse, that you'd instantly throw me, your best friend, into the horde of Zombies, just so you might have a chance at living?"

"Yup."

She stared at the screen for a few moments. "You're a dick."

She could practically hear the smile in his voice. "I know."

They both laughed.

They both stayed silent for a few moments, getting their Gobblegum packs ready and their loadouts ready. Although they never leveled up too much whenever they played, they always liked to mix things up to see what was best for them. Vivian was always picky, thinking about the best strategy for each map, and Daren was fine with one setup for several maps. She was the strategist, he was the one going in with his guns blazing. He was also her backup if her strategies never worked, and she was his backup in case he got swarmed. Once they got into the later rounds, they would back each other up (most of the time) and then things sometimes would get ridiculous. They took the game seriously enough, but they liked to have fun while they were at it.

"Ay, you ready?" She asked.

"Yup. Been ready for like, ten minutes."

Vivian sighed and rolled her eyes. "Do you ever take the time to actually look over your loadouts?"

"Just start the game, we're not arguing about this again."

"Fine, but this discussion isn't over. You need better loadouts." She stated simply, pressing the 'A' button on her controller to start the game.

Back to the Origins map, she thought. They had been trying to beat the level for a while but she always ended up getting herself killed while he was dawdling about. She wanted that calling card...

They both remained silent for a few moments, Vivian checking her phone and Daren doing whatever he did when he waited between matches. Whenever they played Zombies, Vivian enjoyed exploring and researching the lore on the Zombies chronicles and story lines, so she didn't end up confused whenever they played.

"Is the game frozen?"

Vivian looked up to see that, even after over five minutes, the screen on her TV was still black and there was no sound coming from the game. "If the game was frozen, wouldn't we be disconnected from party chat?" She asked.

She could hear Daren rummaging about for something and then pressing furiously at his Xbox controller buttons. "Why the fuck does this game hate us? It keeps acting up whenever we play."

"Treyarch just needs to get their shit together." I replied with a shrug.

'I want to play.'

Vivian paused for a moment. "Do you have someone over?"

"No. Do you?"

"Do I have little sisters, you idiot?"

'I want to play...'

Daren was now clearly becoming annoyed. "Okay, Vee, you gotta stop that. That just sounds creepy."

She sneered at the television as if he could see her through it, her brown eyes seemingly boring a hole through the screen. "Why do you think it's me all the time?"

"Because you tend to be annoying!"

'Will you play with me?' The small voice called out, now slightly louder.

Vivian, now creeped out and feeling slightly dizzy, took off her headphones for a moment. "Daren, mate, I'm gonna go get something to eat."

Before he replied she set the headset down on her bed and went to go upstairs, her legs suddenly feeling heavy. Was she tired? She couldn't be getting tired, it wasn't even close to ten o'clock!

Maybe her medications were just beginning to wear off, is all, she thought. Just, sit down and relax and take a breather. Don't try climbing the stairs when you're dizzy.

Plunking herself down onto the couch, Vivian briefly closed her eyes, thinking that a quick nap would do her some good. Little did she know that the darkness that soon overwhelmed her was something far darker and much more sinister at work. The dark tendrils wrapped around her, slowly taking her, bringing her to the pit of hell in which they came from.

'I want you to play with me...'