I often go on short walks at night. It helps me clear my mind and is just relaxing overall. I know the risks of being this late at night, which is why I stick to the main roads and keep my phone on me. Nothing ever happened on these walks until the 28th of July, 2017. I was twenty-three at the time.

I had decided to take a different route than my usual one. I was going through a particularly shady part of town when I thought I heard something in an alleyway to my left. Then I heard a muffled shriek, followed by a clang like that of a something being slammed into metal. Normally I would have called the police and kept my distance, but something told me I should intervene personally. I had never been in a situation where I had to physically defend myself or another person, but that was what I decided to do.

I followed the sounds down the alley and around a corner to find a sight I'd hoped not to see. There was a boy, probably no older than sixteen, pinning a slightly younger girl to a wall. The girl looked kind of familiar, although I could not put my finger on where I had seen her before. This didn't matter at the time, as the boy had begun to speak to her, and I did not like what I had heard.

"You wanna know what I'm gonna do? Huh? I'll show you exactly what I have planned for you, right here, right now."

Then he began to reach downwards. I could not bear to let him do what he was going to do, so I ran and tackled him to the ground. He cried out as his head hit the pavement, but he immediately began fighting, thrashing, and kicking in an attempt to get me off him. He then reached over beside him and grabbed a piece of something off the ground. I did not get to see what it was, as the girl that I had been trying to rescue shoved me off the boy and immediately smashed his head with a rock. I looked at the carnage that had just unfolded in awe.

"You... you just killed him!" I finally said.

"Was there any other option?" she asked in a surprisingly calm voice.

I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it shortly thereafter. I could have called the police, but then that would give the assailant time to do … things to this girl. There certainly wasn't much avoiding it once I'd tackled him, as he most likely would have at least injured me, if not worse.

The girl I had just saved had been looking at me strangely, as if she was studying me. She finally spoke.

"Are you .. with them?" she asked, gesturing to my shirt.

I looked down at myself. I was wearing a blue jacket, and underneath was a Group 935 t-shirt. Group 935, in Call of Duty, was the top-secret organization that was responsible for creating the zombies. Of course, this was all fictional, so… hold on. I then remembered where I recognized her from. She wasn't anyone I had met or seen in person; she was a character from Call of Duty!

I tried to control my excitement as I asked a question, one that would decide whether my hypothesis was correct or not.

"What is your name?"

"Answer my question first," she said sternly.

"No, I'm not with them. Group 935 doesn't even exist here."

"And where is here?"

"Answer my question first," I said.

She sighed. "My name is Samantha Maxis, if you really must know."

That confirmed my suspicion. Samantha, in the game, was put in control of the Zombies by a long, messed up series of events. Her presence, however, does raise several questions, the most obvious one being "what is she doing in the real world?"

I did not ask this at the time because the answer was probably a long one, and I didn't want to stick around for too long. Instead, I told her that I "really should be getting home, but you may come with me if you like."

"I suppose I have nowhere else to go," she replied. I couldn't help but notice how sad she looked as she said that.

"Come on then," I said, standing up.

Author's Note: I know this started a little dark, but it will get more humorous as the story progresses, probably around chapter three.