KaeSlick

As many times as I've been shot in the back or KOS, it's driven me to become solo because I don't have any RL friends who play.

The sound of the wilderness and the light beaming into the tent slowly woke me from my slumber. As I wipe the sleep from my eyes, I reach into my backpack for some breakfast and find I'm out of both food and water. I think to myself, "Great, time to go into town and pray I don't get shot by someone." I grab my trusty axe and AK-47 and head towards Krasnostav. As I approach the town, I hunker down in the brush and pull out my binoculars to survey the area for any possible threats. After several minutes, I've concluded there was nothing amiss aside from the usual Zeds roaming around. My goal today was to get in and out as fast and quiet as possible. My target was the marketplace. I quickly scan for it and see that all the doors were still open. A sigh of relief wash over me seeing them open like they were. As I pick myself up I race towards it being careful not to attract any unwanted attention from both the living and dead. Upon reaching the back doors I quickly run into one and close it behind me and proceed to close off the rest. "Alright, time to see what this place has to offer". I swiftly move from pile to pile stashing whatever else is useful along with the food and water I was searching for. As I make my way to the door leading into the front, I stop in my tracks. To my left I see a guy proned on the floor. As my heart races, I pull out my AK and aim directly at his backside. Luckily, he did not hear me coming in or noticed that I was behind him. I see him scanning left and right with his rifle and immediately yell out, "Don't move! Or you're dead!". He stops for a brief second, then tries to turn around towards me. I scream out again, "I said don't move motherfucker!". At this point, my heart's racing even faster and I begin to squeeze my trigger. "Pop, pop". Two quick shots to his back and it was over in an instant. At this point my nerves are on edge as I look around in case the shots alerted any Zeds nearby or worst another person. For a brief moment it was like the world stopped and I couldn't or didn't want to move a single fiber in my body. Surprisingly, I was still alone in the marketplace. As I came back to reality, I realized I needed to loot this place and this guy and get the hell out as fast as possible. I was shocked to find the guy so well geared and everything he had on his persons I took for myself. As I finished swapping into his gear, I thought, "If only he didn't move, we could have gone our seperate ways." I shake that thought out of my head and remove myself from the premises and make my way towards my camping ground.

Shit, if I had an option of picking between death and some beefy ass checks, I'm tearing a mofo'n ass check up. Just saying.

Waste of space if you ask me. Never had to use it once.

I wonder if anyone survived that and if they some how managed to, that is a lot of gear.

And like Jesus you're gonna get yours one day.

All these damn noob posts with people crying about dieing in major cities............... Protip: Stop going to major cities, loots all over the damn place.

That's the problem with people who want everything handed to them. They come into a new game and find it hard for the first few hours and quit. Instead of finding ways to advance, they simple see an obstacle and turn the other way. For the new players and noobs that have this mentality, they'll never be able to enjoy a great game for what it really is because they don't give it a chance.

You're late. Been doing this since 1990.

Did you check the kitchens?

This is where I stopped reading this whole thread.

Ugh, great. We can only hope they get bored soon and leave.

Ever since I've gotten shot in the back several times, the only guilt I feel now is the guilt of not shooting first.

It seems like the longer I play the more the game has turned from a zombie survival game into a human survival game. I swear I'm more concerned and afraid of people than zeds.....