Player Unknown Battleground

By Zachary Furr

I don’t remember what had happen. I was walking down the street, a white van stopped in front of me and grabbed me and threw a burlap sack over my head, threw me in the van, they  stripped me of my clothes, and pricked me with a needle. I fell asleep. I woke up in what sounded like an propeller airplane. Sound was basically mute except for the engines rumbling.

I was in the crowded compartment next to who knew how many others. The burlap sack was no longer on my head, and I could see a giant marquee toward the back of the plane. It stuck out like a sore thumb in the dark compartment.

“Welcome!” It said in big, bright, yellow letters. “To Player Unknown Battleground. The ultimate survival game.” Game? The sign had me confused. “The rules are simple: simply be the last person standing on the island is the winner, and will get a chicken dinner, as well as three-thousand dollars. The game area has cameras all over it and you will be watched by hundreds of thousands of people. There are weapons, ammunition, first-aid, armor, and accessories on the field. If you chose not to participate, our fancy new energy dismantler will disintegrate you where you chose to quit. You have all been given a smartwatch that contains your location as well as a map. Good luck! Unknown Players! Victory will be yours!”

I had no time to digest what was happening when the back of the plane opened and warm air blew in and around the occupants. This was the first time that I could see the others around me; men and women, all practically naked, all trussed up with a black backpack that had a yellow line down the middle.

And all of a sudden the plane began to tilt upwards and one by one we began to fall out the back of the plane. Fall, roll and tumble and a few jumped. I was not one of those few. I fell and hit my ass on the door as a fell out. I plummeted for the ground of the three islands below me and the rivers that separated them.

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I reached desperately for my cord handle that should have been I my right shoulder. I had seen enough movies and social media to know that the pull cord would save my life before I went splat on the ground. I checked my watch to see where I would end up. The watch also showed my current speed and altitude as well as a white circle to the far east, I assume that is the area of “play for the game”.

I pulled the cord and was lucky enough to get a sail parachute. It would allow me to glide through the air and toward the circle. I was gliding at about twenty-seven miles per hour to the east.