Samuel was trapped in the battle bus, they were about to force him to jump. He thought it was stupid that they were forced to kill each other over a stupid victory umbrella. But it was kill or be killed, and he didn't particularly want to die. His strategy was to wait out everyone else and stay within the eye of the storm, once everyone else was dead, he would go in and finish off the last guys while they are at their weakest. It wasn't a foolproof plan, but he knew he didn't stand a chance fighting one-on-one. Distracted by making a battle strategy, he was too busy to notice the battle bus guards walking up behind him. Before he knew it, he was 4000 feet in the air, wind rushing through his hair. He got his bearings and angled himself towards tomato town to get some weapons. Deploying his glider, he landed gracefully right outside of the bunker. He opened the door and saw a ceiling zapper and immediately picked it up and placed it on the ceiling to prevent others from following. Rushing down the stairs, he picked up an assault rifle, a pistol, and some bandages he might need for later. having gathered sufficient materials, he set out for a place to hide. He found a bush, and crouched in it to allow it to cover his entire profile.

"This is going to be a long wait." he mumbled to himself. Gunshots to his right interrupted his conversation with himself. He crouched lower and turned to watch the fight. The victor was soon decided, but Samuel noticed he took heavy losses. with a well placed pistol shot, Samuel finished the unfortunate winner, and went to pick up his spoils. He found some more ammo for each of his guns, plus a tactical shotgun. He quickly placed everything in his pack and moved onto the next hiding spot.

Sitting in a bush while you wait for 100 people to kill each other was a long wait, it turns out. But it was worth it if it guaranteed safety. It was down to 5 people now, and Samuel didn't even have to move from his bush. He heard some more gunshots, and the player count dropped down to 4.

"I might actually pull this off" He said to himself. He immediately looked around himself for some wood. A bullet grazing his cheek pulled him out of his frantic search. He looked to the origin of the bullet, reaching for his rifle. His attacker was quickly finished off by a third party and the player count dropped to 3. More shots, coming from behind him this time, hit the third party, knocking his health to critical. Samuel turned on the fourth party, pulling out his shotgun. With a few shots from it and a little help from party three, the player count dropped to 2. Down to the deciding few moments of the fight, Samuel turned to his last opponent, pulled out his pistol, and got one pumped in the face.

"Dang it!" I yelled throwing down my controller "This game is garbage!" Despite my words, I proceeded to pick up my controller, and queue up the next game.

Samuel had died and was sent to what could only be described as hell, he was forced to watch the one who had killed him do a dance in the same spot where he had done said killing. At least now he didn't have to fear for his life, or take someone else's. The words "waiting for matchmaking to commence" appeared in front of him, and his world began to fall apart around him.