Fortnite Storytelling Episode 11

Published on April 20, 2022. Created by gmoss.

Real Life Hero skydived to the fort close to the river. He landed near a shining chest and opened it. He picked up a good short-range gun, some ammo and bandages.

“Not bad”, he thought.

Next he searched inside the forts. There was not much for him to pick up in the first one but he took out his sword and smashed all the floors to collect bricks. After talking to the harmless man walking about in the area he decided to not spend any of his gold to buy a gun but instead to go to the nearest town and see what he could find there despite being close to the storm.

As he jogged across the river a bullet flew past him.

First he heard the sound.

Then he felt a burst of air brushing against his ear as if a fighter jet had just flown past him. Surely there are none of those here, are they? The thought made his heart skip a beat.

More shots came at him but no shooter in sight no matter where he looked. Real Life Hero jogged to the bush a few meters in front of him. That’s when he first got hit. He moved about to avoid the bullets.

“Here you are”, he said, spotting the shooter running up the hill.

He walked closer to the shooter, firing non-stop. The shooter followed his lead, only he also jumped up and down as he was reloading to avoid getting hit. It worked until he was dead. Real Life Hero picked up a burst rifle the eliminated shooter had left behind and finally was equipped with a long range gun.

“That’s better”, he thought.

He moved farther away from the storm into the town looting houses and businesses wherever he went. Everything looked deserted. No humans, no distant shots sounding in the air. Nothing.

“The storm is closing in,” he thought. “Where is everyone?”

He stood on a hill within the safe zone and scouted the area. That’s when he spotted another human jumping in the water. The potential shooter was coming towards his side of town. Real Life Hero couldn’t take a shot from here. He slid down the hill and approached him.

The shooter jumped in a boat and fired missiles at the opposite island where three guards stood alert to fire anyone who dared go near. But he gave up easily and debarked in the city.

Real Life Hero took a few shots from a distance managing to hit the shooter only once. He moved closer and switched to another gun.

One shot.

The shooter, hit, jumped up to get closer.

A headshot.

The shooter was dead.

Real Life Hero switched one of his rifles for a better one and moved away to a higher position up the hill and near the storm borders.

The city still looked like a ghost town. Using his burst rifle he barely managed to spot a light blue banana of a man jumping and running. He was too far away. He took a shot anyway. It was a successful shot, but not enough to eliminate the target.

Real Life Hero waited with the patience of a leopard on the hunt as the wounded banana-man, still far away, built cover.

He took a few unsuccessful shots. Banana-man was still on top of his brick fortress, unharmed.

“He is preparing for a good shot, probably with a hunting-bolt rifle,” Real Life Hero thought.

He moved sideways as he reloaded his gun. His instincts had been spot on but it wasn’t a hunting-bolt rifle the shooter used. He was able to make a few successive shots with no reloading pause and Real Life Hero was hit.

Bullets flied all around him as he ran to the nearest bush.

He was safe from banana-man but he gave away his position after shooting a tree top he took for a shooter. He changed positions again.

Still up on the hill he was tracking another shooter when a bullet whizzed by him.

Real life Hero jogged away. He switched guns and turned to face his opponent.

Both kept firing. The shooter won. Real Life Hero was dead.

Until tomorrow.