Speeding Mullet

Spawn on the coast. Last and first character post 0.58 update died on the dash inland desperate for food. Grey and blurry vision from the intense hunger, pain ripping through my body as my vision blurred out. Those berries were my last resort, and my last call before laying down in the field to sleep. Z food. Back to the present, spawned on the coast. Quick run through the two nearest towns picking up a fire-axe, 2 tins of beans and a childs briefcase. Constant rain leaving me shivering despite the heatpacks in my trousers and coat. My body seems to spawn pristine paper like there's no tomorrow. Round the corner and straight into a newly woken survivor. Black t shirt black trousers. 3 or 4 seconds spent facing each other before his fists raise and he runs at me. The Dayz struggle ensues, 2 people trying to work out the hitboxes for fists and a fireaxe. Eventually tshirt guy gives up trying to hit me and runs off. Flanking out of the town and up the hill to the woods I get high ground and cover just in time to see him running towards a massive block of tenements. I've been there - it's desolate. Swinging gates and panicking birds your only accompaniment apart from your heart pounding in your ears. No loot, a big party must have run through shortly before. Staying in place until I know he's committed I turn and run north, thanks to the compass I found in the hunting post along with the canteen and a P1. No ammo, too many guns to choose from. A pristine splitting axe now hangs off my back along with a Winchester I found in the next town. I feel vulnerable double carrying at this point. I can't shoot any of my guns with no ammo and I must look seriously threatening. Next town along, 5 minutes lying on high ground with bino's scanning. Doors mostly shut - a good sign. No zeds and surely no players and so the sprint into town begins. Straight for the high value police station which yields press vest, Ammo and a shotgun. Winchester slung over my shoulder now, double carrying on the loaded shotgun as the P1 (8 in the clip and a nice backup now) get's put in the large waterproof backpack I've stumbled across. Moving up and out of town 1 last house to visit. Fully stocked now and a loaded magnum is the cream on the visit to the town. Winchester without ammo get's dropped and magnum now in hand, with shotgun loaded and slung on my back. The Magnum will be less obvious from a distance for anyone trying to see if I'm running weapons out. No evil intentions, just double carrying, but all the same - rather be safe than sorry at this point in my trip north. Next building out of town and a snap loader for the shotgun is looking rather tasty. Rounds for the Winchester now. If only I could triple carry! But wait, a saw and an idea. I need the axe to chop firewood, but I also want the option of short and medium/long range weaponry. Quick bit of work, and I now have a fully loaded P1, fully loaded magnum and sawn-off with snap loader in my bag. Double back and the Winchester is just waiting for me to chamber it's big rounds. I am now officially dangerous. I can stalk, hunt and kill from any distance I feel useful. Winter hunter pants and a green WW1 jacket in pristine condition (although soaked form the constant rain) are cover enough along with my camo boonie hat. I'm kitted out with everything I need to kill cook and eat pretty much anything, yet I'm shivering almost to the point of hypothermia so it's time to find somewhere quiet to wring out my clothes, make camp and log out. It's been nearly 10 minutes since I found the saw in the building north of town and doubling back there I'm sprinting across the open field. Maybe 25 meters from the door of the building another survivor fully kitted comes round the corner. My heart goes from resting to pounding out of my chest in about half a second. I really deserve to die for letting my guard down, I've been massively complacent without realising it but luckily while drawing his gun for his own protection he doesn't shoot. The hay bale between us allows for cover for us both to retreat, while still being able to see each others positions. Eventually I have enough distance to turn and sprint without risk of being hit. I flank round the hill to the West, figuring he's headed South and me North, and indeed when I crest the hill and look back with the bino's he's running South the other side of the town. Safe, for the moment, and my heart rate begins to dip back to normal realms. Onward and North, my running the only thing keeping me warm and finally in the woods the trees start to thin out to reveal a great plain of nothingness. I've made it from coast to plain and I'm alive. Skirting west I find a small hut raised off the floor and bed down for the night. Broken sleep awaits, waking at any crack of branches in the night, nightmares of hordes of infected, and survivor encounters. Tomorrow I need to find a tent. I'll have to do the thing I dread - moving through towns flinching at every sound. My eyes close...Sleep............... SM

Speeding Mullet here - Lone bean carrier moving town to town, staying low and staying alive. Mostly.... Been playing since the mod came out. Those heart stopping moments when you haven't been watching a town or village for long enough before the loot run and walk round the corner straight into another player. No guns drawn, friendly gestures and slowly backing away, or the quick reach for the sawn off? Heart from resting to screaming in half a second - No other game does that to me, and it's good to convert my lurking into a hello finally! Australia based and joining to feedback constructively on development, but also to see if there's any Australia based players that want to cross paths on the way to nowhere once in a while. Adventures, risk, fun, danger and payoff awaits. SM