The last thing I remember before I passed out was being trapped. In a small shed, I held my final stand. With my last clip of ammunition, I managed to kill 10 zombies. "This is the end" I thought. The zombies began to tear into me. Then everything went black. Just before what I knew what was the end, I heard gunshots. 20 Or so, fired in my direction. "Can't you see I'm already dead?!?" I yelled. I laid down in the corner, ready to die. I awoke some minutes later, with a group of 4 players standing over my body. My wounds were bandaged, my blood restored. "Who are you guys?" I asked. "Friendlies" They replied. One of them, the one who seemed to be the leader, asked me to follow him. We walked through a large town, and into the woods, where a truck was concealed. "Take anything you want" He said. I opened up one of the boxes on the back of the truck, and saw more weapons than I could imagine possible. I took a large sniper, a ghillie suit, and a backpack. "You want to come with us?" "Sure." We drove for a few miles, and decided to make a campfire. One of them must have had a radio, because next thing I know we were all singing and dancing to music. We made a campfire, and enjoyed some steaks. As we all sat around the campfire, with full belly's, the man guarding the truck shouted, "CONTACT!" 2 Gunshots were fired, and we dragged the lifeless body of a hacker out from behind the trees. He was fully geared, with no food or survival equipment whatsoever. We set up a perimeter, with two men watching each direction. I saw some movement in the trees, and went to investigate. To my suprise, nothing was there. "What the.." "CONTACT!" I swung around, and lit up the treeline. I fired 2 clips, and the man next to me emptied a whole 200 round magazine into the woods. "Get in the truck!" The leader shouted. We all piled into the truck, except for one. He stood behind the truck, trying to get in. The driver backed up, right into the man, killing him instantly. "Shit!" I shouted. "What?" "We just ran over him!" We drove away as fast as we could, trying to forget the horrible thing we had just done. We found a downed helicopter, with nothing in it. Before we could make it back to the truck, a man in the bush gunned one of our men down. We all ran as fast as we could, and left the truck. While we were running, we got seperated. I threw a flare, and we all grouped up and gave each-other blood transfusions, and headed back down to the coast, to recover our lost man. -THE END- P.S Just wanted to say thank you to Bernd and his crew. If it wasn't for them, I would be dead a long time ago. I also want to say sorry to the guy we ran over. (Sorry buddy, I can't remember your name :( ) Thankfully the hacker got banned, but not before he took our truck. We all hate 'em :(