I was in Namalsk, heading west from Alakit. Making my way to the Northern army base, trying to get my brother (a fresh spawn) a weapon and some decent gear before meeting up with him. I decided to approach from right at the coast, until I was directly south of the base. Just as I was about to head north and loot the base, I saw it. You could say it was on the 'corner' of the beach, smoking, potentially full of useful gear. A chopper crash site. I could just make out the main gun, with most of the lower half of the chopper covered from my sight by a small hill. I weighed up the pros and cons of checking it out. I might find something rare, but I may die trying. There were going to be Z's, and with the chopper where it was they had only one direction to go. Towards me. I decided to use the positioning to my advantage. Hoping that the zombies would approach in an orderly queue, I hit the dirt and began making my way towards the chopper, AS50 at the ready. I got lucky, and the zombies shuffled out, single file, straight towards me. One shot, one kill. Then it happened. One zombie, dressed head to toe in black, though not a pilot, appears from behind the chopper. He was the only aggro'd zombie, the rest were unaware that I'd begun to thin out their numbers. He was FAST. Overtaking the Z's in military gear within a second of being in my sight, he came hurtling along the coast towards me, faster than any zombie or survivor is supposed to move. One shot, one hit. He keeps coming. I take aim, and put another in his torso. Still coming. I panic and stand up. By the time I do, he is 20 metres away. I shoot...miss. Fuck. I shoot again....hit. He goes down. I left, hastily. This whole sequence happened over about 8 seconds, in which the black clad zombie covered about 300 metres.