Chapter 1 – The Drop
The plane engine roared overhead as it cut through the sky of Erangel. I gripped the edge of my seat, heart pounding.
"Pochinki jump?" Razor asked, smirking.
"Not yet. Let's play it smart," I said, scanning the map.
But Razor… he didn't wait. He flung himself out, screaming with excitement.
"Here goes nothing," I muttered, taking the leap.
Wind screamed past me as the ground approached fast. My boots hit the dirt with a thud. Loot first. Survival next.
I grabbed a UMP45 from the crate nearby. My hands shook—not from fear, but adrenaline.
Footsteps. Close. Too close.
I peeked behind the wall… someone was rushing. Blaze shouted from behind me, "Grenade ready!"
A flash, a bang—the enemy was down. Mili's sniper rifle clicked. Another headshot.
Three down. Four left. Razor? Still alive… I hoped.
The Mid-Game Madness
Circle shrank to Military Base. Heartbeat thumped in my chest like war drums.
Bridge campers spotted us. No time to think.
"Get in the buggy!" I yelled. Blaze hopped in; Mili drove.
Suddenly—a spray of bullets tore through the air. Tires exploded.
We dove into the water just in time. Health low. Boosts gone.
Mili whispered, "This… this isn't a regular match."
I nodded. Survival meant thinking, not just shooting.
The Final Circle
Blaze and Mili went down in the last fight. One vs two. My cover? A tiny rock.
Enemies pushed hard. Heartbeat. Headshot. Grenade cooked.
I peeked… click. Spray. Red screen.
1 HP.
Time froze.
Then… silence.
A notification popped up:
"WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER!"
Aftermath
Razor messaged: "You're not just support… you're a leader now."
My name glowed on the leaderboard. I smiled. This was more than a win—it was proof. Skill, patience, and a little luck could make legends.
And tomorrow? Erangel would remember the 1 HP Legend.