In a cafe somewhere mundane, a girl in a wheel chair tells her friend
about her dream.
“So I was playing Outbreak..."
“You were playing Outbreak in your dream? That's all you do when
you're awake.”
“I know, duh, but sometimes I dream about it too. Anyways, I
hadn't been playing for long, I'd only just got myself a decent
weapon...”
“Which one?”
“The quivering blade. I ran into this guy and he was really weird,
didn't seem to know he was playing, definitely didn't know about
zombies...”
“You're joking, right?”
“No, really. I had to show him how to do everything, and the whole
time I was with him it was really intense, vivid.”
“So what happened to him?”
“I don't know, he just disappeared, walked through a door and
vanished. And then I got killed.”
“You...you got killed, in Outbreak?”
“I know, right? But I can't stop thinking about him, there was
something about that guy...”
