I exited the compound, crouching low through grass. I kept my UMP ready and scanned the treeline.
A buggy passed about 100 meters east, but didn't stop. I stayed down, letting it go.
I reached a shack inside the zone and took a minute to reorganize. Swapped the UMP for an M416 I found in a roadside crate. Attached a holo sight, vertical grip. No scope yet.
Backpack: Half-full.
Vest: Damaged, 56%.
Helmet: Level 2, freshly looted.
Outside, thunder cracked.
But not the weather.
Gunfire.
I crouched near the window and peeked. Two players exchanging fire near the rocks below the hill.
Do I engage?
No. Too far. No scope.
I marked the area mentally. If they survived, I'd catch them at the next zone edge.
While repositioning toward Quarry, I heard someone moving through a house just across a dirt road.
Sound in VR was brutally accurate.
I waited outside the side window. When he opened the front door, I looped in through the back.
He never saw me.
Burst fire. M416. Chest shots. He dropped.
"Kill Confirmed – Player: Drift-Bane"
He had an x4 scope and first aid kits. Jackpot.
…
Remaining Players: 42
**Kill Leaders:
"RaiderX" – 6 Kills (Sniper Tower)
"IronSight" – 4 Kills (Hospital Zone)
"Viper.4x" – 2 Kills (Near Quarry)**
The second zone began to shrink.
The intensity was building. Every step now had to count.
….
The second zone was already forming. The map pulsed on my HUD: a white ring closing in slowly from the east.
"Safe zone updated. Collapse in 1:30."
I sprinted across open ground, keeping low through tall grass. The M416 bounced gently in my hands with each step. My eyes never stopped scanning. Left ridge. Right shack.
Tree lines. Windows. Nothing moved—yet.
As I crossed the hilltop, gunfire cracked in the distance.
Sharp. Controlled. 7.62s. Probably a DMR—SKS or SLR.
I dropped prone instantly.
A second shot.
Then a third—echoing out.
Kill feed: "RaiderX eliminated KillSpree42"
Still racking them up. That guy had to be fully scoped and posted somewhere nasty. I needed to avoid him until endgame.
I reached a downed crate—a previous air drop left on the edge of a hill. Smoked out already. Either looted or bait.
I circled around the rear.
Footprints in the mud. Faint—but VR physics left them for a few seconds. Someone was close.
I went into full crouch-walk mode. Edged forward.
And then—movement.
To my left, behind a broken wall, a crouched figure with a DP-28 was prone, watching the valley below.
Didn't hear me.
I ADS'd, breath steady.
Two shots. Head. Instant kill.
"Kill Confirmed – VR Player 'Creedz'"
He had a ghillie suit.
Jackpot.
I took it, quickly stripped the crate: 8x scope, adrenaline syringe, suppressor (AR), medkits, ammo, Level 3 helmet.
Now I was set.
…
Player Count: 31
Zone shrinking. New safe zone: Northern Quarry Rim
Viper.4x is 600 meters out—has to move fast
Multiple engagements across the northern fields.
"IronSight" downs two with an AUG near a warehouse.
"RaiderX" now has 8 confirmed kills—camped inside a destroyed tower near the center.
…
"Warning: Red Zone Active"
Of course. Right in my path. The sky turned blood red, explosions thundered in every direction. I could hear the dirt shake, feel the controller's haptics buzzing with every blast.
"Calculated risk…"
I sprinted through it anyway. Each step could be the last. But waiting out in the open was worse.
I dove behind a rock.
Boom—blast hit nearby.
One more roll forward—and I was through.
Just past the red zone, I spotted a player ahead—sprinting across an open patch. He hadn't seen me.
I knelt behind a tree and aimed.
The 8x scope flicked into place. I exhaled and fired a burst.
Too high.
He dove.
We were in it now.
He returned fire—single taps from a SCAR. I peeked left, baited a shot, then sprinted right. Took cover behind a slope.
I looped around low, flanked him wide, and popped up from his 4 o'clock.
He didn't expect it.
Kill #4. "Eliminated: RawNerve"
18 Players Left
Now every decision had weight. I was inside the zone, crouched inside a half-broken garage overlooking Quarry.
I saw movement below—two players trading shots near storage crates. I could third-party, but doing so would give away my position.
I held.
Let them burn each other.
One died. The other limped out—bandaging behind a truck.
I aimed.
Single tap.
"Kill Confirmed."
That made five.
…
Zone is tight. Final circle near Quarry cliff edge.
Top 3 players:
RaiderX – 10 kills
IronSight – 6 kills
Viper.4x – 5 kills
Airdrop falls dead center. Full bait.
Snipers watching every angle.
Nerves at maximum.
…
I injected the adrenaline shot.
Time to commit.
I dropped from the ridge, slid behind a truck, and flanked down toward the final circle.
Every movement had to be calculated. I even turned off auto-sprint. Manual only. Too risky.
Two players fought just ahead—M249 ripping through wood and brick.
I moved while they were distracted. I tossed a smoke left—then flanked right.
M249 guy didn't see me coming.
Full-auto spray. He went down hard.
6 kills.
The other player rushed in—panic push.
I crouched. Switched to single fire.
Headshot.
He dropped.
7 kills.
..
I was in a shack. Circle edge. One smoke left.
No grenades.
I heard footsteps on my right. Not rushing—crawling. Patient.
Then: Shot. Loud. Close. DMR.
"RaiderX eliminated IronSight"
Just me and him now.
Zone closing.
I tossed my last smoke to center. He fired—suppressed. Missed.
I zig-zagged. Slid behind a rock.
He had to move.
He peeked left.
I fired. Missed.
He peeked again.
I pre-aimed.
Squeezed.
Hit.
He moved. Wrong direction.
I strafed.
Lined it up—M416 barked.
"Victory. You are the Last Man Standing."
Kill Count: 8
Rank: #1
Match Duration: 24:43