A story about an unexpected meeting and a silent stranger PLAYERUNKNOWN'S BATTLEGROUNDS / PUBG.
My first game takes a long time to load. I enter the game only at the moment when I am already flying, jumping out of the plane. Usually a couple of the same guys fly next to me. But maybe it's just a scam?
This time, 9 such bodies were circling next to me. Dive down, I saw a car. A brilliant idea came to mind, to crush all these poor fellows. After landing, I climbed into the car. It was an old minivan that hippies usually ride in movies. It is slow but shock resistant.
Driving closer to the place of the future carmageddon, I heard the roar of the second motor. The thought was either hanging, or someone decided to pass by. I was wrong. The second car did not pass. She also began to crush the poor fellows. A stranger and I crushed afeka-shnikov in two cars.
Having crushed the last one, I got stuck in a ditch. The driver of a nearby car tried to ram me. But stopped next to me after the first try. Probably thinking that it was pointless, or maybe due to the fact that he was also stuck in a ditch next to me. I got out of the car next to his car. Tried to make contact using the language of the mute in video games. For example, jumping means "apple" and crouching twice means "I'm peaceful. Don't shoot me." So I did, sat down a couple of times. Was waiting for his reaction.
I thought he didn't understand me. I was prepared that he would show some signs of aggression towards me. I looked at him, he knew that I was waiting for some kind of feedback from him. He slowly got out of his car. He looked at me again, then sat down a couple of times. Yes, he answered me, although with some accent in the language of the dumb, but the contact was established.
After that, he and I ran along the road, leaving our cars behind. We fled, maybe because there was no trust in each other. Whoever stops first will get a fist. Maybe that's what we thought together, maybe I thought it was just me. But my thoughts were dispelled by the sound of gunshots. They were shooting at us.
While we were running, someone opened fire on two targets. Quite predictable. Two unarmed people running along the road is a good target for a shooting gallery. We were lucky, we were not even wounded, we ran away. Having reached the small houses, next to which there was a motorcycle. Something from distrust and a desire to leave each other, or maybe because we were far from the zone, and time was running out, we both got on a motorcycle. One was the passengers, the other the driver.
We drove along the road until we stopped at an urban-type settlement, the name of which I do not know. They ran home. We searched among the garbage for gold that would help us survive. I found myself a UMP among this junk. Time was running out and everything in the houses had been studied, it was time to return to transport and change the place of deployment. The thought crept in to leave him and leave. But after thinking again, I decided to wait.
He arrived about 30 seconds later. I pointed my SMG at him, he pointed his shotgun at me. The moment has come that could destroy our fragile friendship, as soon as one of us clicked the left mouse button. Nothing happened. We both put our weapons behind our backs and got on the motorcycle. Then I realized that I could trust him.
We were driving along the road. The wind blew my hair and I waved my weapon, now to the left, now to the right. My companion and I raced forward. But as usual, it could not last long. After all, sooner or later, one of us still had to betray the other. After all, there should be only one survivor in this bloody and cruel game. In a game where you can't trust anyone. But we were able to break those rules, we were like Katniss and Peeta from The Hunger Games.
It was an idyll between us, but it had to come to an end, sooner or later.
And then something happened that none of us expected. We were betrayed by the motorcycle. Motorcycles are the most insidious thing in the game. You never know for sure if you will die when you try to sit on it or if it will just trip on something on the road and roll over? Or maybe he decides to work normally and take you to the end point that you need? Who knows, these motorcycles.
Dying on the road, I died with a smile on my face. I was happy about this death. None of us had to make the hard choice and shoot the other from behind. In the last seconds of this round, I thought about it and hoped that he, too, was happy with this outcome of events. We never spoke a single word to him.
What is sad is that in the next reincarnations of our avatars, the chance that we will be in the same game with him is very low. Even if we get caught in the game, the chance to meet becomes even more. But, even having met, one of us will simply kill the other, never knowing that this is the same silent stranger.
