[WP] You wake up in a white room with a table. On the table is a handgun and 3 mags. As you stand up, you notice a band on your hand with the number 13 imprinted on it. A voice plays “Hello 13, please grab the gear and enter the next room, failure to comply may result in fatal consequences”
[WP] "But why choose me? I'm not special." "To be frank, my dear, it's because you aren't one of them."
Living life as a shut in nerd that only knew life from a screen, Calleb had no complaints on how he lived his life whatsoever. He earned enough from the internet through his freelancing gigs, he was pretty successful with it too. He had a few online friends that were in the same boat and just communicating through video chats or calls, and playing games together was pretty much enough.
The only time Calleb ever needed to go out was when his mood would be good and he had the mindset to actually live healthier. Or more like when one of his friends would be nagging him about his diet because “He shouldn’t live off noodles even if they were cheap” In those times, he would just give in and tell them that he would go to buy veggies and real meat so they stop nagging. That was him learning from experience because he knows his friend would not shut up no matter how much he argues.
That very same day, he was about ready to go out. But a few steps away from his apartment and he just fell to the ground and the last thing he could remember was that there was suddenly an itch on his nape then everything went black.
When he came to, he wasn’t in his apartment or on the street he was taking to get to the grocery store, but he was in a white room. It hurt to even open his eyes with how blindingly bright his environment was. Aside from that, he noticed that he was on a large metal table. And on second glance, he wasn’t wearing his black shirt anymore but all his clothing was changed to a white one. Everything from head to toe was white and he basically thought he was a ghost when he saw his reflection in the mirror. The only colored item on him was the red tag on his left arm. The kind of red that looked like blood. And written on it largely was the number 13. The unluckiest number but then it seemed rather fitting with his luck at that moment.
From the mirror Calleb stood from, he noticed on the other side of the room was a table and on it… was something he never thought he would see there. It was a handgun. The very same one he had been using in a game he was playing too. A pindad ps-01 serbu, and along with it was 3 full mags. One had nothing but tranquilizer shots, however. The rest was filled with bullets. Real bullets that could be used to kill.
As he was inspecting the items much closer, a voice resounded in the room. He was panicked and looked around but there was no sign of a speaker or anything.
“Hello 13, please grab the gear and enter the next room, failure to comply may result in fatal consequences”
He wasn’t even allowed to ask when He heard a whizzing sound and my attention was instantly directed to the door now coming into view
“Good luck number 13 and make sure you come back alive” Those words were the last thing he heard before the lights went off except for whatever lighting was on the table with the gear. He didn’t really know what to do so he just strapped the mags onto the belt they provided and slowly crept to the door with the gun in hand.
After a few peeks, He went out the door which closed almost instantly as he was out. No base to stay in so was what he thought as he made his way deeper down the dimly lit hallway. It wasn’t being alone that scared him but it was the fact that he had no maps like he would be given in games. To his surprise, however, what greeted him at the end of the hallway was another table where a headgear was placed and a note beside it telling him to put it on. And so he did.
The moment it was on his head, a map came to view, as well as a few options, his current condition and stats. It was all like his view on the game but he was sure that this time, it wasn’t a game anymore. It was a ploy of some sick psycho and he was sure that whoever it was, he had to meet them.
The next door opened and with the help of the map, he didn’t hesitate in rushing this time. And as soon as he set foot on the field, a number of red dots came out. It was the 12 other players all trying to reach the center but with how he knew the game, it wasn’t supposed to be like that. Or maybe they were targets. He really had no clue if this all had a purpose but going back to his strategy in the game, staying in high places was always the safe choice so without a second thought, he used his gun to shoot holes into the nearest wall and climbed up so he could position himself and get a better view of everything… and everyone.
They were experienced players too. He could tell from how they would handle their equipment and the degree of customizations on it. Whoever did this had an eye out for the top players of the country because he recognized those weapons. He’s fought against them in tournaments so many times and to think he was now in the same fight for survival as he was, it terrified him.
I had 2k words for this so.. the rest I'll publish tomorrow because I wanted to make it more dramatic :"")
Oiii, it's like ano anime na napunta sa virtual game chenes omo omoo 😍. Action and adventure to no? Waiting sa next chapter ung 3 na agad, haha sana naman mga 10 chapter to 😙😙