The Battle That Became Personal 😂

It was a normal evening in Lagos. Chike had just finished eating and decided to play Free Fire.

He entered the match with confidence.

“Today, nobody is surviving,” he announced.

His friend Tunde laughed. “Bro, you said that yesterday and died before finding a gun.”

“Keep quiet. Today is different.”

They landed in a busy area, and Chike immediately started searching for weapons.

Then he heard footsteps.

“Enemy! Enemy!” he shouted.

Tunde quickly asked, “Where?”

“I don't know!”

“Then why are you shouting?!”

Before Chike could answer, an opponent appeared and started shooting.

Chike ran around the building like someone who had forgotten where he lived.

“Tunde! Cover me!”

“I thought you were the professional!”

“I WAS! Five seconds ago!”

They finally escaped, found better weapons, and started moving toward the safe zone.

Suddenly, Tunde disconnected.

“Chike, my network!”

Chike stared at the screen.

“Ah! So this is how betrayal feels.”

Now Chike was alone.

He hid behind a tree, hoping nobody would notice him.

Unfortunately, another player walked past.

Chike whispered, “Please don't see me. I'm just a peaceful citizen.”

The player turned.

Chike screamed, “I TAKE IT BACK!”

The final battle began.

Chike somehow survived and became the last player standing.

He jumped from his chair.

“I WON!”

His mother shouted from the next room:

“Chike! Have you washed the plates?”

He slowly sat down.

“Yes, Mummy.”

His victory suddenly didn't feel so victorious.