Hey, There must be a happy medium here... one minute I'm a carefree survivor armed to the teeth, roaming around avoiding the brain dead undead. The next, I'm a starving, terrified, unarmed noise machine, heading a zombie train!! If I have no guns, no food and no meds to start with, you'd better make sure I can find them without spending the entire night crawling from hut to hut (most likely because a Z broke my leg when I stood up by accident) town to town (because the first hospital had no morphine). More fun please Rocket!