This is just something I wanted to do as I am a huge fan of PUBG and thought that I could make a story out of it. I'm not the first and I won't be the last. I'm just someone who greatly enjoys the game and wanted to spend more time in its world.

PS. If I've ever killed any of you in game, I'm sorry.

PLAYER UNKNOWN

Chapter I

Welcome To The Battle Ground

The first thing I remember was the sensation of falling. I felt the wind rushing past me, blowing my hair and threatening to give me frostbite as it pounded against my bare skin. I could barely open my eyes until I felt the sudden jerk of a parachute being pulled and my rapid descent changed into a gentle float downward. When I was able to take stock of myself, I realized that I had nothing to cover myself except for a bra and panties. I didn't know where I was or what I was doing. All around me, I could see an island that stretched on almost out of sight. I knew it was an island because I could see nothing but water from every angle that my eyes could reach. Streets ran all through it and small and large buildings dotted the landscape. Well, they all looked small when you were so high up, but they came quickly into view as I got closer to the ground. I landed lightly, the grass making for a thankfully soft landing. Falling from the sky in your underwear could be potentially fatal if your landing is ruined, even with a parachute.

I shrugged out of the oversized kite and dropped it on the ground behind me. I took stock of my surroundings and tried to make sense of where I was, but I couldn't make anything out. There were no clues in my recollection that gave any indication as to where I was. All was silent around me, except for the distant sound of an engine. I looked up and saw a large warplane departing high above me and took a wild guess that that was where I fell from. There were small houses on the edge of a street not far from me. It seemed like the best place to be, though I didn't exactly feel up to knocking on doors dressed as scantily as I was. Still, that's where I headed. Better to be inside the house of some hopefully kind person rather than wandering the streets, half naked. I approached the house closest to me and gently knocked on the door. My hands instinctively covered my private areas while I waited for someone to answer. I waited for 30 seconds without hearing any movement inside the house before trying again. Still nothing.

"Great," I muttered, turning away from the door. "Of course nobody's home." I went to the next house and tried that door as well, only to receive the same answer. Next house, but still no answer. I was already on edge in the situation I was in, but after trying 5 doors and getting no answer, I was starting to get scared. "Is this a… ghost town?" I pondered as I began walking in circles on the empty street, desperate to find some form of life. Finally fed up and not wanting to be where I was any longer, I tried one of the doors to see if it was unlocked. To my surprise, it was. Carefully opening the door, I crept inside the small house and peered around each corner. As I thought, it was empty, but I hoped that I might find something useful, or at least a clue about where I was. I walked around the bottom floor of the house - only three rooms in total - without finding anything of particular interest. When I turned the last corner I found a staircase leading up to the second floor. Hopeful that it would be better than the first floor, I went up.

The top floor had two bedrooms with nothing in them but beds and nightstands. In the corner of one, I found a dresser. "Come on, there's gotta be something in here," I hoped as I slid the drawer open. Inside, I found three things. The first - and largest item scared me. An S686 shotgun lay neatly in the drawer next to a box of ammunition. However, it was the third item that scared me the most. A single piece of paper lay underneath the shotgun with only one sentence written on it.

Welcome To The Battle Ground.

I didn't know what this meant, or what the gun was for, but the already bad feeling I had had became 10 times worse. If nothing else, safety reasons compelled me to take the gun. I was disappointed that I didn't find anything decent to wear, but I did feel just a tiny bit safer when I held the weapon. I took the note with me too, because it was the only clue I had. Empty ammo box discarded, I exited the bedroom and then left the house entirely. If this one was abandoned, then it seemed likely that the others were too. I decided to check the next one.

Pushing open the door in a similar fashion to before, I now held the barrel of the shotgun at my waist as I proceeded. As ridiculous as I looked, I felt more secure with it. This house was empty too, just as I thought. But in this one I did manage to find some useful items: a pair of jean shorts and a military backpack. Now I looked extra ridiculous, but at least I was sort of covered. Not really, but in that situation I'd take whatever I could get. The shorts, thankfully, fit me pretty well. I stuffed the paper note into my front pocket and slung the backpack over my shoulders. I didn't have anything to carry yet, but I was sure that it would come in handy, eventually.

I was on my way to loot the third house when a sound pierced the quiet air, and a bullet pierced the wooden wall two feet away from my head. Shit, I swore and ducked down instinctively. I moved in a crouching position through the front door of the next house and then peeked out the open window. I could see someone hiding in the tall grass about 50 yards in front of the house. I didn't know who it was or why they were shooting at me - if in fact they were trying to hit me. I didn't know, but I was glad to be carrying the shotgun. I peered out the window again, only to be met with another bullet being shot at me. Okay, I breathed deeply. So they are trying to hit me.

Making sure that my gun was properly loaded before I checked again, I moved the the other side of the window and rested the barrel of the gun on the ledge. The attacker ducked down before I could get a decent aim on them. I kept my eyes wide and didn't so much as blink or take another breath until I saw them again. When the person reappeared, they were closer to the house than before. I don't think he could see me because when he came out of the grass he made a run for the front door. I was scared of what he would do if he made it in, but the first two shots he took at me didn't leave much for me to guess at. All I needed to know was that he was an enemy. He pushed through the front door, brandishing an assault rifle in his hands. I took shaky aim on him and shut my eyes tightly as I squeezed the trigger.

The recoil on the gun was so powerful that it nearly knocked me back against the wall and threw my shoulder out of joint. When I looked up, the man was on the floor, his gun a few inches away and blood all around him. I covered my mouth as I suddenly felt sick.

"I killed him," I meant to do it but I didn't know how easy it would be. Shaking my head and covering my eyes, I quickly left the house before I had to look at him any longer. I should have taken his weapon, but in the moment I was too shaken by the brush with death to think clearly. I left the house and didn't look back. There was a motorcycle parked on the street outside. I didn't know how to ride a motorcycle but it was the fastest way to get away from the house and whatever else may happen there. I secured the S686 to my backpack and then swung one leg over the bike. I would learn to ride it now. I just didn't want to stay there one moment longer.

Night was beginning to fall by the time I reached the next town. I heard gunshots around me but I didn't have any more encounters with another person. I pulled up to the next set of houses and shut the bike off. I didn't see anyone else around as I walked up to the first house. This time the door was already open, which set me on edge. I held the shotgun tightly as I walked up to the house. As soon as I rounded the first corner I was met by someone standing in the centre of the room. It was a man with buzzed brown hair and wearing black, leather armor. I raised my gun to him but he didn't react. I wanted to see what he would do before I forced myself to pull the trigger again. I didn't want to make a habit of killing my enemies if I didn't have to.

"Put it down, Rachel," The man spoke to me without turning away from the window. "H-how do you know my name?" I asked the man but didn't lower my gun. Now he turned around to face me and said; "I'm here to help you, Rachel. I'm on your team."

"Who are you? How did we get here and why should I trust you? The last person I met here tried to put a bullet it my head." I snapped. "And you put buckshot in his chest in return," He said calmly. I stared at him in awe. "How do you know that? Who the hell are you?" I demanded.

"I told you already - I'm your partner. My name is Jack. As for how I know what you've been up to, I just checked my HUD," He held up his wrist to show a small screen strapped to it. "Didn't you know about the HUD? You have your own," Jack said. I checked my wrist to see that Jack was right. Strapped to my own wrist was the same tiny screen that was on his. I poked at it curiously and it reacted to my touch by switching displays.

"I have no idea what's going on right now. Is this some kind of a joke?" I asked, still inspecting the HUD. "Well, not unless you find humor in running around half nude and killing people with a shotgun," He mused. "But it is a game." I took my attention off my HUD and looked up at Jack. "Okay then, if that is the case… how did we get here?"

"Ah, a philosophy question. I do enjoy those," He smiled. "But admittedly, I do not know the answer to that. It must be one of life's greatest mysteries: why we are here, who we are meant to be and what we are destined to do? It's a truly fascinating concept, isn't it?" Great, my teammate is a weirdo, I thought. "But really," He started again. "I have no idea why we're here."

"So, what is the concept of this 'game', then? Just to kill each other?" I inquired. "Well, to be the last team standing, yes. But I suppose that's one way of putting it," "Just tell me straight, Jack. I want to know what's going on." "I'm telling you straight, Rachel. I'm telling you all that I know. We are in a game where we must kill the other players to be the last team standing. Why, I don't know, but that is what it is."

"That's ludicrous," I said. "If you think so then why did you kill that man? You didn't even know why you were doing it, did you?" "Wha- he attacked me first! That was in self-defence!"

"Relax," "Are you out of your mind? How could I possibly relax? I'm-" Jack cut me off by firing two shots out the window from a revolver I didn't know he had. The man outside dropped dead and I saw a number decrease by 1 on my HUD.

"What in the-" I trailed off, examining the device. "It's a player count," Jack said, wiping off his gun and returning it to a holster inside his coat. "That's the number of players that need to go before we can claim victory." "Wait, we need to kill this many people?" Jack was walking outside toward the corpse of the man he'd just shot. "Yes, that's right," He said nonchalantly as he checked the body over for any valuables.

"Do you need anything in particular, Rachel?" He asked over his shoulder. "How about some clothes?" I suggested. Jack looked at the man and shook his head. "Hm, no. It doesn't look like this would fit you," He said with a ghost of a smirk on his face.

"Oh, for frig's sake, just give me his vest!" I yelled at him and he took it off the man and tossed it in the window to me. I tried to catch it and was instantly weighed down by the article.

"Whoa, what the heck is this?" I wondered aloud. "It's bulletproof," Jack answered. "So it has to be that heavy. However, you may want to find something a bit more modest,"

"Yeah, actually I do," I said miserably as I put the ridiculously heavy vest on over my bra. It did little to cover me and would probably be equally useless in protected against bullets. It was barely worth it for all the extra weight it carried, but I still took it.

"Do you want his shoes?" Jack asked, looking back at me. I cringed. "No thanks," Shoes were something I could do without. I didn't like wearing them, anyway. Once Jack had collected all the gear he could from the fallen enemy he came back inside the house and walked past me to sit on the couch against the wall. I stared quizzically at him. "Are you planning on staying here, then?"

He shrugged. "I suppose we could move on. Did you have someplace in mind?" I didn't, but I didn't feel comfortable with the idea of sitting around and waiting for our enemies to find us, either. I sighed. "No," I answered and sat down beside him. "Well then, I suppose we'll stay here until morning. There are beds upstairs," I was bewildered that Jack could actually be entertaining the thought of sleep at a time like this. If everybody else on this island knew that their only purpose here was to kill everyone else - which it seemed very likely that they did - then we were completely surrounded by murderers and he actually wanted to sleep. It seemed he read my mind because his next sentence was; "We can take turns on lookout duty," When he saw the look of relief that so obviously showed on my face, he laughed. "Don't worry. I'm not so stupid as to leave us both completely exposed to our enemies without one of us keeping watch."

I sighed in relief and then nodded. "All right. Then who gets the first shift?" Jack yawned and stretched his arms over his head. "I'm beat. It's all yours, Rachel," He patted my shoulder as he rose from the couch and walked toward the stairs. "Chivalry is dead," I said under my breath as I watched him walk away. I stayed on the couch for a few minutes after Jack went up the stairs before finally deciding that a lookout should actually be looking out. I got up off the couch and walked over to the front door. It wasn't very late and I wasn't tired, but still, there was no point in being uncomfortable - even if I was on watch.

I untied my silver hair from the short ponytail it was in and stuffed the hair tie into one of the vest pockets, then I removed the crazy heavy vest itself. It made an audible 'thud' as I dropped it to the ground. I sat on the floor next to the door - shotgun in hands - and rested my back against the wall. I checked my HUD again to find that the player count was a bit lower than it had been when I first checked. It made me sick to think that those numbers represented human lives, and that led me to think about what Jack had said. Was this really a game? And if so, are we the ones playing it, or did somebody put us here? I couldn't remember anything past falling from the plane, so I honestly had no idea if I had put myself here voluntarily or not. I couldn't imagine why anyone would, but I couldn't think of any logical reason why someone would want to bring us here, either. The thoughts boggled my brain to the point where I simply stopped thinking. I hoped that I would find the answers in time, but on the other hand, I wasn't sure if I wanted to know at all.