Untold Tales

Drive

OG summary:

a collection of one-shot type stories about a rising PUBG master and his motorcycle... also maybe a handheld camera, and a Kar98

1.

A boy sat behind a rock, his video recorder in hand as he spoke to it.

"So... I think this is day one-" he paused, glancing around as if looking for something "I'm almost positive someone is following me... my teammate died. Landed in the wrong spot... I mean. I did too, but here I am."

The boy rubbed his nose, a streak of blood forming across his hand as he wiped "I uhh... I saved his ass quite a few times back there. I'm not sure - I'm not exactly sure where I am at the moment..."

He paused, then clicked off the camera.

As the camera came back to life the boy could be seen running through the forest "I probably shouldn't be recording while running. But I thought you would like to see what my life is like now that my teammate is gone."

He moved the camera to the side, showing the shakey view behind him. Figures could be seen chasing behind, long guns and bursts of fire erupting around the trees.

"So. If my teammate were here we'd be kicking those guys asses right now... But I need the right gun" he stopped talking, panting as the camera dipped to him sliding down a slope.

Shouts and bursts of gunfire were heard and the camera suddenly flipped. Sending a sickening recording of spinning trees and the images of people scrambling for cover.

"SHIT!" the boy cursed.

The camera landed on the ground and abruptly stopped against a tree, gaining the perfect shot of the scene.

The boy could be seen now, he was ducking behind a rather large dead tree as he held tight to what looked to be a kar98. His white t-shirt was now brown, and the black pants saturated with mud, splatters of blood stained his exposed arms and face. The camo covered helmet was secure around his head, a bullet proof vest clung to his body, and small knee pads seemed to be caked into his pants with mud.

His feet were bare as he picked himself up and ran for the camera. Sliding down to it he scrambled to pick it up before running off again.

"You see? I definitely need a new job." The boys voice could be heard from behind the camera as the bumpy feed returned.

Far off, a volley of gunshots echoed and the camera once again fell to the ground.

2.

The camera was slowly picked off the ground, a gloved hand covering the lense.

"He had a camera..." a man's voice trailed off. There was a pause, then a muffled response.

The hand was removed from the lense, and the camera turned to face the man. He looked rather confused as he held up the camera, inspecting it with his eyes.

There was a rush of footsteps and the camera was pulled away from the man before clicking off.

Light rushed back into the frame and this time the camera was being held by a different person. The scenery around had changed from the woods to a long stretch of green farmland. A man and a boy were standing a ways away from the camera, conversing with each other.

The cameraman zoomed into the two to catch a glimpse of what the two may be saying. But a body blocked the view and the lense zoomed out, showing the back of the person who stood in front of it.

"Hey, Scout." The cameraman whispered out.

The person turned to face the camera, she was biting into an apple as she took notice of the camera. A quick spark of blush reddened her cheeks before she ducked out of the frame.