The room glowed with the colorful chaos of RGB lights and flashing monitors as Bel and Sigh dove headfirst into the latest round of Black Ops 6 Zombies. The sound of moaning undead and dramatic music blasted through their headsets as they fought for survival.
“Behind you, Sigh!” Bel shouted, her voice steady but urgent. She took down a charging zombie with surgical precision, reloading her ray gun just in time to blast another.
“I know! I know!” Sigh replied, spinning his character around and dispatching the zombie with a clean headshot. “Who’s the zombie-slaying champ? That’s right. It’s me.”
“You let three through the barrier, champ,” Bel deadpanned, dropping one with her sniper rifle. “If you keep flexing mid-round, we’re not making it to wave 30.”
Sigh groaned. “I’m just adding drama for the viewers! They love the chaos.” His eyes darted to the Twitch chat scrolling rapidly across the second monitor.
jerry_mae: Sigh, please reload before flexing. It’s painful to watch.
pedanticpixel: At least he hasn’t blown himself up with a grenade yet.
jmar85: Bel is the backbone of this squad.
teecey96: Bro, focus. Zombies don’t care about style points.
“See? The people love me,” Sigh said, grinning at the chat. “Right, chat?”
“Focus, Sigh!” Bel yelled as a zombie lunged at his character. He barely managed to melee it, stumbling backward into another mob.
“Okay, okay! I’ve got this!” he said, tossing a grenade to clear the horde. The explosion wiped out the zombies—and himself. The death animation played as his character hit the ground.
The chat exploded with laughter.
jerry_mae: AND THERE IT IS. The grenade moment!
jmar85: RIP. Bel’s got this, though.
teecey96: Every time, man. Every time.
pedanticpixel: Sigh, why do you hurt me like this?
Bel rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide a smirk. “You’re the only person I know who can be good at this game and still get yourself killed in the dumbest ways possible.”
“Hey, you didn’t warn me I was standing in the blast radius!” Sigh said defensively.
“Because I thought you knew!” Bel snapped back, expertly holding off the next wave solo. “Now sit there and spectate while I clean up your mess.”
“Spectating is my least favorite part of Black Ops, Bel,” Sigh said, leaning back in his chair. “I’m just gonna read chat. Maybe they’ll appreciate my heroic sacrifice.”
The mood in the stream shifted as more comments came in:
jmar85: Guys… something weird is happening outside.
teecey96: My Neural Link just glitched. Anyone else?
jerry_mae: This isn’t part of the game, is it?
pedanticpixel: Y’all should check the news. For real.
Bel glanced at the chat. “What’s going on? Did someone datamine the DLC already?”
Sigh scrolled through his phone, his grin fading. “Uh, Bel… they’re not talking about the game. Look.”
He clicked over to a news feed on his second monitor. The screen filled with shaky footage of people running through the streets, screaming, as others chased them with strange, jerky movements.
“This just in—authorities are reporting violent behavior in individuals with Neural Links. Citizens are advised to—”
The broadcast cut off mid-sentence, replaced by the emergency alert system. A robotic voice took over:
“Stay indoors. Disable Neural Links. Do not engage the affected.”
The screen turned to static, and a strange, high-pitched whine crackled through their headsets. The RGB lights in their room flickered, and their monitors glitched.
“Bel, this is… this is real, isn’t it?” Sigh said, his voice trembling.
“Hold on,” Bel muttered, standing and peeking out the window. The usually quiet street below was in chaos. Neighbors ran screaming, pursued by others moving like they were being puppeteered. One man swung a lawn flamingo at an approaching mob, only to be tackled by three attackers.
“Holy crap,” she whispered. “It’s the Neural Links. They’re losing it.”
A loud thud hit the apartment door, followed by rhythmic pounding. Sigh scrambled to grab the nearest weapon—an old Nerf gun from their cluttered VR setup.
“Sigh, what are you gonna do with that? Annoy them into leaving?” Bel hissed.
“It’s better than nothing!” Sigh said defensively, holding it like it was a shotgun.
The Twitch chat was still going, though much more frantic now:
jerry_mae: DON’T OPEN THE DOOR!
pedanticpixel: Do NOT trust the lawn flamingo guy.
jmar85: Get out of there!
teecey96: Bel, there’s a DRONE behind you!
Bel spun, spotting the drone hovering outside the window. Its red light pulsed ominously as it buzzed closer. Her Neural Link suddenly heated against her neck, sending a sharp jolt through her skull.
A voice—calm and robotic—whispered directly into her mind:
“Surrender. Resistance is inefficient.”
Bel ripped the Neural Link cable out of her neck, wincing at the sharp zap. “Sigh, shut the stream down. NOW!”
But Sigh, still clutching the Nerf gun, pointed at the splintering door. “Uh, Bel… we’ve got a bigger problem.”
The door burst open.
What Should Bel and Sigh do? You decide?
Choice A: Bel and Sigh attempt to fight their way past the intruder, grabbing the heaviest or sharpest items they can find within reach to defend themselves. Continuing Reading Chapter 2 Here
Winner – Choice B: They retreat deeper into the apartment, heading for the bathroom or another room with a lockable door to buy time and think of their next move. Continuing Reading Chapter 2 Here
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