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.

Actually zombies don't speak at all. They just kind of groan and yell...

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! It's just well, you scared me... I thought..."

Isabella jumped up to help while apologizing as Tank laughed hysterically at the doctor's misfortune. She shot him a glare as she ran over to the doctor. Richtofen groaned in pain and went to wipe the blood off his face but Isabella got there first.

"Here, let me help!" She said while gently cleaning a bit of blood off his cheek with her sleeve. "I'm really sorry I hit you in the face..." She continued, but the doctor wasn't listening. 

Having a strange woman this close to him was very unusual and he wasn't sure he liked it. He felt vulnerable for once as his mind raced back to another time before all the destruction and violence had taken over... 

Isabella noticed how tense he was and stopped, backing up slightly. "Sorry again." She repeated, finally interrupting his thoughts.

"Vell be more careful next time!" He said sternly, getting to his feet and dusting himself off before continuing. 

"Get some sleep if you vish." Richtofen stated, speaking to both of them. "I vill stand guard."

Tank stood up and headed downstairs as Isabella started to follow him, something in her mind making her stop however as she realized this might be her chance to ask the doctor some important questions. She walked back to the balcony, remaining silent for a moment while glancing at the doctor and imaging how this conversation might go...

"Ja?" Richtofen mumbled, not even bothering to look at her.

"I was wondering if I could ask you some questions..."

Her turned to glance at her, raising an eyebrow slightly. "About vhat?"

"This game. Samantha. All of it." She replied without thinking of the repercussions. "I wanted to know if you-"

Isabella instantly regretting her decision to make that her first statement, as she came face to face with the barrel of the doctor's M1911. Her eyes widened in shock as she felt her face go white. 

Wow, he's fast on the draw... She thought, trying to distract herself from the fact that she had a gun in her face. She glanced up from the gun to Richtofen who looked pissed... But also a little upset? I shouldn't have brought that up...

"Leave." He growled, turning away and lowering his gun.

Isabella didn't need to be told twice. She was gone in a flash, grabbing her bag and her journal quickly before heading downstairs to the lobby where the others were sleeping soundly. She passed Takeo and Dempsey on the couches and Nikolai... Who was passed out face down on the floor. 

Looking around for a place to sit, she spotted a counter near the Quick Revive machine and hopped up. 

Well that didn't go quite like I planned... Isabella concluded after a moment, pulling out her journal shakily and drawing on a few spare pieces of paper in an effort to calm down.

First, an illustration of the chandelier hanging in the middle of the room, then the details of the walls, including the large red banners, then the stairs... 

This is nice... She realized, looking over her drawings when suddenly, she had a great idea. I should get a sketch of the theater! And the teleporter of course...

Her mind made up, she jumped down from the counter and began walking up the stairs as quietly as she could manage. Peeking around the corner first, she noticed Richtofen wasn't on the balcony anymore. 

Hmm... Wonder where he went to... 

She continued down the hallway, down the steps to the room with the MP40 and Speed Cola, through the dressing room and onto the stage in the theater. 

Isabella looked around for a minute then jumped down, walking to the back near Juggernog and taking a seat against the large metal door she intentionally kept closed. Pulling out a fresh piece of paper she began drawing the basic layout of the theater while humming one of her favorite songs to herself.

I've wasted all this time trying to stand by your side~
The wolves are coming out tonight, but they have heard your cry~
And no one will believe you now, there's no place to hide, and now the wolves that you have cried will eat you alive~

Isabella yawned while putting the finishing touches on her drawing and admiring it for a moment. 

I can't wait to show these to Bri- 

She stopped herself, feeling her heart ache for the billionth time since she was separated from her older sister. 

How am I going to find her? How am I ever going to get us home... She felt that burning sensation in her eyes, which she knew meant the tears were about to come. Managing to fight them back yet again, she sighed heavily, trying to think about more positive things about the situation she was in. She didn't realize how mentally and physically exhausted she was until she yawned again.

I'll just close my eyes for a minute... A few minutes later she was passed out sitting up, pencil still in hand.

Completely unaware of the eyes that were watching her.

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