I was on my way to Stary Sobor and decided to take a detour through the Zub fortress. To my dismay the castle held no considerable fortunes, I made my way to the top of the three storey tower only to find tin cans and empty whiskey bottles. Then looking at my surroundings from the tower I noticed something on the field near Vyshnoye. It was quite dark and misty so I couldn't quite make out what it was. I took a glance through my binoculars and behold, a crashed helicopter! I took an azimuth of its direction and ran down the tower as quickly as I could. Closer to the helicopter I realized it was encircled by zeds and not the regular type either - the badass military kind. Since I had nothing but a makarov and a few clips my plan was to lure them out one by one and dispose of them with a well-placed headshot. My plan worked, I took out all of them with just a few scratches. I was now at the helicopter but it didn't seem to have any loot, I found just a couple boxes of painkillers and felt disappointed. Then I took a closer look crawling near the wreckage and I found it. FN FAL ANPV S4 mounted with a night vision scope and two mags. Then, right next to it a regular FN FAL with two additional magazines. I took them and ran into the nearest woods for cover. I was psyched and terrified at the same time, I went from having nothing to the rarest weapon in the game and I didn't want to lose it. I continued my journey towards Stary Sobor and it was undoubtedly the most cautious and tentative drive in all of human history. I stopped to survey each tree, shrub, rock, and cow on my way. Not leaving any chance one of them could be a bandit looking to take my precious FN. By the time I made my way to the outskirts of Stary Sobor it was pitch black and raining so I navigated towards the military tents using the mounted night vision scope. The camp appeared desolate, after carefully reconning the area I advanced next to one of the tents. Then I see something moving at the far end of the camp. Looking through the scope, I realize its a man crawling towards me with a AKS-74u. I'm scared shitless, my heart is pounding like a hammer. Did he see me? Was he trailing me? I don't take any chances and aim at him, then I fire. The FN FAL echoes in the darkness, he dies instantly. 'Weeman was killed" appears on screen, Murders: 1. Sorry "Weeman", it was pure self-defense and survival. I stay put for a few minutes to make sure he wasn't with anyone. Then out of the blue, a massive hoard of zombies spawn near me, I withdraw to the nearest tent and pray to whatever gods may be they didn't spot me. But they did, and in an instant the tent is full of zombies. I have 12000 blood but the first of them instantly breaks my bone. I'm in shock and fall unconscious and I'm forced to watch as the zeds eat me alive departing me from this world and from my dear FN FAL.