Day Two of DayZ:
I end up finding a compass, and with the help of an online map I was able to navigate myself to the NorthWest Airfield. I was staying on low population servers so I could learn the mechanics and nuances of the game before interacting with people. I ended up getting what I considered to be geared up. I had found some grenades, an AK 47 with some clips and spare ammo, some camo clothing and a decent backpack. I admittedly changed servers a few times to acquire the gear I needed. I didn't realize at the time it was frowned upon, and have since only play one of two servers. On the last server and the last few tents, I ran into someone. I recorded the majority of the interaction (video below) but what it is not shown is me learning that you cannot shoot through a tent, even with an AK lol. I did kill the person, and I honestly felt terrible. I realized he could have been friendly, and I didn't give him the opportunity to say so. I heard and saw him, and the adrenaline went pumping and I went into survivor mode. I will always remember my de virginizing :)
After leaving the Airfield, my plan was to head back south towards the coast. I obviously didn't study the map all too well because I ran smack into another military base that I had no idea even existed. Even though I was geared well, I was still scared of zombies or anything else that moved for that matter. I had read a guide on a technique of looting this guy called "smash and grab" or something similar. Basically, he advised to sprint and just pick up what you can as you run over items, especially in zombie infested areas. So I attempted this technique, and I ended up having to climb a tower in order to avoid all the zombies. There was atleast 10, if not more all snarling and growling at the bottom of the ladder. I attempted to aim down with my AK, but quickly learned that I could not aim down far enough to target the zombies without falling off the tower. It was at this moment a light bulb went off in my head. I remembered the grenade in my backpack, and decided to throw it at the mass of zombies congregating underneath me. The grenade got stuck in the air right in front of me, and I ate shrapnel for dinner that night. You know what they say about karma....