"What the-? OH SHIT!"

Dempsey kicked the door in (strangely without needing points), only to find a Caucasian man on the ground with his hands on a zombie's neck that was on top of him.

The man repeatedly punched it in the face, making its jaw snap. He finally noticed the knife strapped on his left leg and stuck it in the zombie's neck. The man pushed the dead zombie off of him, breathing heavily. He got on his knees and looked up and Dempsey and the others.

"Why… didn't you… help?!" he gasped, then he fell over, unconscious.

Richtofen shrugged the man's question off and walked downstairs.

No zombies seemed to be around, so Dempsey hauled him onto his shoulder. He set him down against the wall downstairs next to the teleporter pad.

"Hey Doc!" Dempsey called to Richtofen, who was looking at a displayed meteor on a glass-domed pedestal.

"Hmm?" Richtofen said.

"Look over him for wounds!" Dempsey said.

Richtofen muttered something about being called to medical situations too often, and looked over the man.

"Rapid heartbeat and extremely mild shock. Nothing else," Richtofen diagnosed nonchalantly, checking the man's pulse.

After a closer look, the "man" looked only to be about 14 years old.

"Wait. He's just a kid!" Dempsey said. What the hell was a kid doing in this place?

"He doesn't look German, which is weird since this is definitely Germany…. right? I think this is Germany. I'm not sure," Dempsey pondered. "I'm not sure of anything anymore."

"Do you think he has vodka?" Nikolai asked hopefully.

"Why the hell would he-" Dempsey began, but knew it was a useless question. Instead, he slapped him across the face.

"Ow! Why do you slap Nikolai?" Nikolai whined, putting his hand on the red handprint now on his face.

All of a sudden, the teen woke up, coughing and sputtering as if he nearly drowned.

"You alright kid?" Dempsey asked, kneeled beside him.

The boy's eyes widened in shock now that he could see them clearly.

"What the-? How-?!" he thought.

The boy nodded as he got up and dusted himself off, trying to remain calm.

Dempsey looked him over some more. The teen was tall and lanky, about Dempsey's height, maybe Takeo's. He had sky blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, was wearing blue jeans and an army green T-shirt. He had a knife strapped to his leg, and a holstered M1911, something the teen probably hadn't even noticed yet. He also had dog tags hanging around his neck.

"Kon'nichiwa," Takeo said. "How did you get here, young one?"

The teen seemed a bit uncomfortable answering the question.

"Hell if I know," the teen said, scratching his head. "I woke up with a zombie in my face. That's it."

"Sounds southern. Interesting," Tank thought. "Wait, he knows that was a zombie? How? Nah, it's pretty obvious, right?"

"Do you have vodka?" Nikolai blurted out hopefully.

Dempsey noticed that the teen's face changed from nervous to slightly amused, but expectant.

"Why the hell would I have vodka on me?" was the teen's response.

Nikolai frowned. "Not Russian, that's for sure," he muttered, walking away.

"What's your name?" Dempsey asked.

"Jakob. Jakob James," the teen said.

"Well, I'm Dempsey, the drunk one is-"

"Nikolai. I know who you are. The other two are Takeo and Richtofen," Jakob said.

Everyone but Jakob's eyes went wide. In a second the boy came face to face with the barrel of Richtofen's M1911. It was then that Jakob realized that he may have said too much.

"How do you know who ve are?" Richtofen questioned, pointing his M1911 directly at the teen's face. "And more importantly," he thought, "do you know of my plan?"

"Doc-" Dempsey began.

"Seriously? You're historical figures," Jakob said with a straight face, automatically putting his hands up at the sight of the business end of the pistol.

Richtofen lowered his pistol and looked at the teen curiously.

"Historical figures?"

"Yeah. You were the ones that fought the zombies," Jakob said. "You were one of the last hopes for the world."

"Finally! The Russian gets recognition! This deserves drink!" Nikolai said, freely taking a swig.

Richtofen thought for a moment. He jammed a finger into the boy's chest and said, "Ve're not done here."

He stomped off to the bar next to Quick Revive, mumbling.

Dempsey was as confused as Takeo and Nikolai. Where did this kid come from?

Dempsey was about to put those thoughts into words when he noticed how dark it was outside.

And so, they began setting up watch. Takeo (honorably) volunteered for first watch, and took his place on the balcony in the first room while everyone else picked out a spot to sleep.

Jakob couldn't sleep, so he went to Takeo and sat next to him.

"Yes?" the cross-legged samurai asked, turning to the boy.

"Er, I couldn't sleep," Jakob said awkwardly. "I just thought I could chill out here and ask you a few things."

Takeo smirked, turning back ahead of him, and muttered, "I should ask you a few things."

"Like what?" Jakob asked, already knowing the answer.

"How did you get here? How do you know us?" Takeo asked. "I know you knew more than you were letting on."

Jakob shifted uncomfortably.

"Well, you came from the year 1946, right? You teleported here from Der Riese?" Jakob asked after several seconds of silence.

"Um… yes?"

Jakob took a deep breath. "I'm from the year 2015."

"2015?!" the usually calm samurai said.

"Yes. And there's a gaming system, a computer made to project video games in color on a television screen using discs, called a PlayStation 3."

Takeo raised an eyebrow.

"I was playing the game Call of Duty: Black Ops, which is a military game. It simulates the violence of war, and there's a campaign you follow. There's also a mode called Zombies," he continued slowly.

Takeo was slightly confused to what a game had to do with this, but began understanding when zombies were mentioned.

"There is a map called Kino der Toten, which is Cinema of the Dead in German. There are four characters you can play as: Richtofen, Nikolai, Dempsey… and you."

"You mean…" Takeo asked, a little freaked out-looking.

"Yes," Jakob said slowly. "You're a game character."