Fortnite

Chapter 13

 I have seen the place where I first got into that little blue bus with three other people. And then I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't survived. Where would I have gone? Where would I be right now.

I have seen the beauty of nature, and I decided that I did not want to know.

As my friend in black, drifted towards the city with skyscrapers and pools, my two acquaintances  and I, drifted towards a little place, with a nice and quaint looking blue house. I landed on top of it, and looked around. I saw people going inside buildings, so I made a hole in the one that I had landed on.

I landed on a floor. A wooden floor, and saw that I was in a sort of attic. An attic with boxes around me. I saw something giving off an ominous glow, and I went near it. I opened it, and saw a gun. A hunting rifle. And for some reason, it was covered in a blue glow. I picked it up in a sense of wonder. Never before had I seen such a mutation around anything. Ever in my life. I shot it, and winced as I heard the noise it made. It was too loud for me to describe, and it almost broke the floor I was standing on. I shot it again, and found myself in a small boxed room, around large enough to accommodate 5 people. I was alone in it, and I attempted to break the bed with my gun. I looked out of the window and saw a few people building and shooting each other, as if it was a game.

I wondered what they were building with and how they got those materials.

I switched my weapon to a pickaxe, and decided to see what damage I could do to the items around me. As I did, I found that some of the things that were breaking down were being converted into materials to build other structures like the ones outside. I opened the door, and found myself looking at another gun, this one with a purple glow surrounding it. It looked like a submachine gun, and so I picked it up. I shot it and saw that I had limited ammo. I immediately stopped shooting it as I was saving it for the peopel who could be attacking me over the next few days.

I went down and saw someone. I instinctively crouched and observed her. She was a wearing a pink outfit with wild looking hair and a T-shirt with Britely written on it. I saw her coming from down, with a much better loadout of guns than me. All of her guns had either blue or golden glows around them.

All of a sudden she saw me and reached for one of her guns.

"Who are you?" she said in a surprisingly friendly, yet dangerous tone.

I whipped out my gun and pointed it at her face.

"Who are you?" I asked.

Immediately she backed off, put her gun inside her bag and extended her hand as a token of friendship.

"I am Martha."

"I am Robin."