I stare into the stars that are artificial. The map around me closing in slowly.

I now live in a world, a world of battle where the goal is to survive against…well people.

I have a squad including me, but they prefer to stay in the hollow we’ve carved in the tree, not up here on the leaves.

I hear gunshots in the distance, then the numbers go down, we started with ten thousand teams of four, now we only have four hundred. Since the map keeps closing in with the plaguing storm, more and more now died by the hour than ever before.

A silent tear slides down my face. Everyday was a challenge, everyday there were battles.

Everyday my team grew stronger, not just from the guns, or amounts of heavy ammunition we have to carry, but from experience, we learn quick.

Suddenly a shot fires close by, my ears had already adapted to the diverse ecosystems so I can hear everything, as well as the rustle the people shooting make.

They probably hear my group snoring and talking since I could as well.

Always have your guns and heals on you, I say to my squad all the time, but currently I only have a couple thermal fish a Heavy Sniper Rifle(sniper) and a Thermal(DMR).

I quickly eat a thermal and look down the scopes of my sniper, taking a deep breath as a shot hit me and my health went to 125 over 100.

I crouch to be more exact, find my targets head, and shoot.

Then, the numbers went down by one, they probably thought I was by myself like their self.

As I slide down the trunk of the tree and into the hollow, I see three idiots talking about what they will do if they win along side all of us.

I gently throw my bag to the supplies corner and lie down on my hammock I had weaved in the beginning.

“Hey look, the monkey has finally come down from the top!” Rysic laughs.

“Not a monkey if I kill people,” I say in a singsong voice.

“Well actually-“ The nerd of the group, Dynamite, got cut off.

“No more “Well Actually’s” please Dyna Dyno,” MiracleGull, or Mir, pleads as I snort at Dynamites nickname.

“Guys, can y’all all shut it and on of y’all keep watch? I’m tired, I’ve eliminated, well let’s see, there was the trio this morning and I did two, then seven more squads later on that I eliminated who knows how many from each, then the solo I just took out, so please, shut up!” I say hysterically as I slide my cap onto my eyes. I hate saying killed since I got knocked last week, made me feel sorry for the people I take out every day.

“I agree, Tarantula,” Mir Smiles bitterly at the boys before she starts to make funny faces at them.

[In the Morning]

I wake up to bright sunlight penetrating the leaves we wove the other day.

They should have woken me up before sunrise! The idiots, I think.

My breath shortens as my anger rose, I get up and look around our cavern, then a voice calls up to me from outside.

“Katara! We’re collecting more supplies, the last few battles raided us of heals and ammunition,” Mir yells.

Of course…I’ve completely forgotten about our low supplies.

I put my shoes on, grab a gun and heals, then slide down the trunk and start helping my squad.

I grab the Honey Berries that grow on a nearby tree and store them in my bag.

I then walk over to Mir who is struggling with a River Berry, a baby blue fruit that looks as if it came from the sky.

I squat down and pull on it as well, savage little thing, but it heals you fully so we can’t leave it for other teams.

Then it loosens and me and Mir fall backwards in laughter.

“Ok, ok, enough, we need to go back, we’ve gotten enough for days, and we need to move on, storm is getting too close for my comfort.” I direct everyone back up the tree.

“Alright, choose your favorite guns, at least four? Then grab three bags of heals a-piece.” Rysic says and everyone does.

I choose the heaviest three, then grab my four guns, a mythic Drum Shotgun, my DMR, sniper, and Havoc AR.

“Are we going to the Citadel?” I ask.

“We may encounter some kids but yeah,” Rysic answers.

Then we get going, soon the bags turn into inventory and lighten up, so do the three guns I’m carrying on my back, my havoc in my arms.

I look around as I heard Mir yell in pain from shots, immediately I find my target, a name tag appears above their head and I say it aloud, “FallowFox.”

“Alright I’ve got Mir,” Says Dynamite.

I shot half of my magazine and the numbers go down, I turn my gun barely to the person who was next to him, I then shoot the rest of my magazine and leave the last person to Rysic.

Suddenly more shots were fired, more people, around maybe 20 other teams with the same idea as us, to find shelter in the Citadel, so many people, so much ammunition, not enough of us to fight all of them, so I throw a port-a-bunker and force my team in it.

{To be continued

Soon}

(I kinda based it on Fortnite from watching some people play, personally I’ve played some but not a bunch, so umn…yes, Fortnite….I know what y’all are thinking 🤣😅

I’m sorry if this seems a bit…idk nerdy? But my bro was asking me to for a while🙃

This is also very experimental….I’m focusing very hard on making it a present point of view with first person, so please tell me if anything can be fixed!)