A quick introduction: My wife and I found this mod three days ago, and we both bought ARMA 2 just to play it. Now we're both incurably hooked. We typically have an epic-story worthy, movie rights pending, adventure just trying to meet up each time one or both of us die. This story though is perhaps one of the most strangely intensely emotional manipulations which has ever been perpetrated upon me in a video game since I lost Lydia in Blackreach. Anyhoo, I recently discovered the bountiful joys of wielding a crossbow. Screw firearms, I'm sticking with the 13th Century! As we had only found one Compound Crossbow to date, my wife was using a hatchet, in order to finish up any I couldn't get while reloading. Our system was that I'd clear a route into an inland town (as we stay out of the big cities) and she'd clear the buildings' interiors, if need be. It was a good system, we had more than enough food, and FOUR water bottles. Our main weakness was medical supplies, so we were working our way northeast to hit up Berezino. Well, we camped out in the forest just north of Dolina, and I was the first to log back in, and started hunting zombies surrounding our campsite. It was good fun, though I only had one crossbow bolt left. I brought down at least a half dozen zombies and I saw one more to take out, despite my wife's protestations that we focus on our usual strategy. Instead, I fired at this last zombie, and to my horror, missed, leaving my crossbow empty. Well, the zombie spotted me, and my wife moved in with her hatchet. She only took one hit before killing the walker, but that was enough to start her bleeding. We had run out of bandages earlier in the day during a fight in Mogilevka, and with no more ammo for the crossbow, and no way to get through the zombie horde around Dolina, all we could do is transfer her stuff to me and wait for her to die. It took her a good minute to bleed out, and that was that, I stayed until the end, at which point I hightailed it out through the mountains, with zombies just barely behind me, losing them in a pursuit. Still had plenty of supplies, but no one to share them with...