I starting to have second thoughts about this "teammate" as he keeps telling me "don't take anything until I tell you to" and "you better be good at this" his voice is filled with a deep American accent, he had a thick leather trench coat, a pair of slightly dirty punk boots, black slacks and a slick pair of rimless shades. "What brings you to the battle grounds?" He asks, I replied with a quick look at him and looked back out the window. "Not much of a talker eh? Heh... I was sent by the government for stealing food for my family" he seem ever so slightly friendlier, so I tell him about how I was sent here for no reason, the back doors to the plane screech open once again.
We decided to land on the roof of the school along with about 5 other people, being the smart one I land at the pool and loot the entire building, all I profited from is a vertical double barrel shotgun and an UZI. Gun shots blazing from the roof of the school while some others escape, I haden't seen my teammate though, maybe he was in need of cover fire or he was severely damaged. From discovering the stair case in the maze of classrooms, tables and chairs I dash up there only to be relieved to see him on the roof without a scratch, it scares me that he's wielding a revolver as he shoots at anything that moves (other than me of course). We run from the school to a couple of houses only to find a duo jump out of there car, leaving it unattended.
Lungs burning from the amount of exhaust the car creates, I fell as if I was going to pass out, until he taps my shoulder askes if we could exchange names. I happily tell him more than just my name, I tell him my age, birthday, my hobbies and a life time of stories. He only goes on to tell me his name before I feel us run over something and judging by the crunching sound it made, I can gather it was human. We approach the large bridge with the "no play zone" ticking our asshole, we just make it across but a bridge camper popped out tires and kills my friend.
In a blind fit of rage I take out my machine gun and waste several clips so I could make mince meat of him, I run the rest of the way to the military base. Legs on fire and covered in sweat, I perch upon a hill next to a tree, waiting for my next victim. 6 people left, "peace of cake" I thought then remembering how I died last time. 2 cars collide with a guy in between both so that lower the population by 1, two teams scramble out before the rusty vehicles burst into a flame. It is now a war zone, bullets flying and grenades going of. Little do they know that I'm watching this all go down, waiting for the perfect time to strike. In the end only 1 guy lived and all it takes is the right shot to kill him, My bullets turned him into Swiss cheese before he collapsed to the ground. "WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER!" I exclaimed right before I waking up again on the island right next to a group of 3, they picked me up and said "welcome to the squad".