Note-This fanfiction is actually not about Fortnite-it's on a similar game called surviv. io.(It's just that the game wasn't a category.) I recommend you play the game before reading this, and plus, it's a good game!

I knew that one day, this would come. One day, I would face against 79 other people to the death. I knew. But still, I wasn't prepared.

Waking up on the ground was not a fun experience. Especially with other people around you, determined to get an easy kill. When I woke up, I saw a few people wandering around at the edge of my vision, quickly avoiding them, I ran in the opposite direction. "I gotta play it safe," I told myself. So far, it was going pretty well. I wandered into a bathroom-outhouse- and saw nothing but a toilet. I recalled a lesson at the academy. "You can break practically anything, but only a few pieces of furniture will actually give you something useful. For example, a toilet or a vase." I readied up my hands and then struck. There was a loud crash, and the toilet got marginally smaller. I wound back my hand another time when I heard light footfalls. Oh no, another person! I hid in the far corner, hoping they wouldn't notice me. When they strode in, I noticed that they didn't have a gun. So this would have to be a fistfight to the death, then. The first thing that stuck out to me was his name. "Quantum Flare", it read. Damn. "Ay! Is anyone in here? I'm willing to ally!" He yelled.

Either he didn't know the rules, or he was trying to trick me. "Oh, well," he sighed.

He started to punch and kick the toilet. Crap, he was going to give away my hiding spot. I walked out, hands out, as if I had weapons, but didn't want to shoot him. "I'll ally, so long as you don't try to kill me," I said.

"Well, duh. That's what an alliance is." He rolled his eyes.

"Okay, good. I was just checking." I lowered my arms. "So, alliance?"

"Sure." He said. "Here are the rules. 1. Whoever finds the loot, gets the loot. 2. Whoever knocks other people down, must take the kill. it's down to us two-If it's down to us two, we unally, okay?" he held out his hand.

"Okay, sure." I took his hand and shook it vigorously. Just as we finished shaking, a series of dings rang above us.

"Molybdenum killed I am cool using M1100."

"Molybdenum killed noKillPlez using M1100."

"Molybdenum killed 12345678910 with fists."

"Molybdenum killed Noobguy using MIRV grenade."

"Molybdenum killed bob using MIRV grenade."

"QP killed himself with a barrel."

"Molybdenum killed urmom using M1100."

"Molybdenum killed DaDurp using M1100."

"Damn." He said. "That kid's getting lots of kills. Anyway, what is your name?"

I paused. Hmm, what was my name? "How about… Elisa." I said. "Yeah, Elisa."

No sooner than that, someone lumbered into the bathroom, carrying a gun. The moment he saw us, he opened fire. "Ahh!" He screamed. "Die"

Shot after shot rained down on us as we ran. Surprisingly, each shot only felt like a prick on the skin. I ran to him, and landed a punch. "Ahh!" I yelled. "C'mon, Flare, help!" I yelled.

He jumped into the fray, and helped me. After four punches, his body disappeared and a few items popped up- a Vector, 70 bullets of 9mm ammunition, and a level three vest. "How.. many.. punches did you land?" Quantum Flare asked, panting.

"Four..." I puffed.

"Okay.. Then.. You take the loot." He said, grabbing onto the wall. First, I tried on the vest. The kevlar felt rough against my hands, but when I put it on, I felt a satisfying sensation, and then I saw a notice pop up. "Level three." I read out loud.

"Huh?" Quantum asked.

"Oh, nothing. It just appears that I got level three armour." I said, grinning.

"Oh, ok. Damn. I'll go and scout around for some crates or crap." He wandered off, leaving me alone.

I picked up the gun, but it just disappeared. I reached around me, looking for it, but I couldn't find it. Hmm… At the academy, they warned that something like this might happen. You had to reach behind yourself, and pull, knowing that the gun was there. The trick was the latter part, to believe that the gun was at hand. I closed my eyes and reached once more. The gun was there! It wasn't the most beautiful, carrying scratches and dinks, but I still liked it. I poured some of the ammo into the gun and fell into a rhythm of reloading. Primer, powder, bullet. 1, 2, 3. Once I finished, I threw the rest of the ammo into my back pocket, running to catch up to Quantum Flare. From not too far away, I heard gunshots, but I wasn't scared. I knew I had a gun, and it was pretty good, too. From what I had heard, the gun could empty a whole magazine in 3 seconds. Three seconds. That was pretty fast. I stumbled into a house, but everything was looted. It was strange, though. A few things were left behind, like a "Carbon Fiber". "What's this?" I wondered.

I held it up. It was a grey-black, drab suit, that had no signification where the head or the legs went. Just then, I realised that I was dressed only in my undergarments, minus the kevlar suit. "Oops." I muttered.

I took the suit, and tried to wear it. For a few moments, my head was stuck inside the elastic fibre. When I got it out, It came out of a leg pant hole. "Crap." I murmured.

It took a few more tries to get on -okay, maybe 10-but when It was on, It felt ten times more dignified. "Ha!" I yelled. "Look at me!" In the house, there were a few more things, like an "M9", but I was warned that those guns were trash. I emerged from the house, wielding my gun, when I saw a body. I was just about to barf, when I realized I, too, had also killed someone. I grimaced, and flexed my hands. Unlike the other person I killed, this body didn't drop its possessions. It still had a backpack on, but it was filled to the brim with.. Orange squares?Moving over, I saw that it was called a "Flare". Damn. I heard of these things, but really, I didn't know what they were. I took one to examine it. Agh! It was so heavy! It felt as if I was carrying a five-pound brick. I took two, the most that I could carry, then I searched the bag for more stuff. Nope, nothing but flares. I dumped the rest out, taking the pack, and ran off to the side, looking for Quantum Flare.