Homebound → Fortnite [COMPLETED]

| chapter forty-five |

Two hours until Season Six rises.
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{Narrator's POV}
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As an hour passed by, the teens lost hope in seeing OR finding their companions, so no matter how hard it was to let is go, they carried on with their journey.

The first three locations weren't much. A couple hits and some loot in Dusty, some cleaning out in Tilted, and a few more pickups on the soccer field. Something the duo would do daily so it wouldn't bother them as much.

One hour and Thirty minutes until Season Six rises.
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"We don't have much time, we need to get to Snobby before this fucking season ends!" (y/n) pushed on, her legs shaking in pain as she walked up the dreadful hill.

"(y/n).. it's hopeless.. we're stuck here." Drift fell to the floor, his arms ahead of him as his legs tucked under the thick grass, he teens head resting on a soft patch of dirt.

"Don't give up on me! We've come THIS FAR!" (y/n) yelled, pulling the male up to a nearby tree. Her body falling right ontop of his.

Panting, the female closed her eyes and cried softly.

"You're right Drift.."

"We are hopeless.."

The male slowly lifted his body up and looked down at (y/n)'s weak form, her head bobbing to the side as she tried desperately to sleep.

Without warning, Drift poured the contents of his slurp juice into the female's mouth. She gulped the drink and jumped up.

"What happened.. Drift?" (y/n) called out, his nod made her smile softly.

"Now is not the time, we have to get to Enforcer and end this unwanted bullshit."

"Agreed."

The teens looked back at the island and then up toward the mountain above them.

With only an hour and twenty-five minutes to go, they had some serious work to handle.

Firstly, they would need to take our Enforcer and his goons, then, take away the portable rift to use on their own hand, and finally, they would need to figure out where Oblivion's plans went, her written message was a key to get out.

"Let's finish what we've started.."

"ONCE and for all."