So, a friend and I woke up along the Cherno strip. With our heads buzzing, we groggily set off towards Chernogorsk to see what pickings were to be had. After a little tactical foraging and amusing tomfoolery we found ourselves heavily stocked with canned food, drink and various weapons and survival tools. Next, we made a hasty exit as a couple of zeds noticed us through the window and gave chase. With the blood pounding in our ears, we took flight and lost the zeds between the buildings before circling around the north border of the city in search of a hospital. As it happens our luck held and we spied a paramedic symbol on a building close to the industrial area. So, in true Sam Fisher fashion, we splintercelled that S#*@ over and I tried to break in whilst my buddy went on over-watch on the roof. After my unsuccessful can throwing attempts, my buddy spied a few supply crates on the roof of the hospital, so we decided to stock up there instead. So, with blood bags, morphine and epi-pens spilling out of every orifice, we splintercelled that S#*@ back out and took a breather just outside of zed range. Then suddenly everything went to hell... It happened so fast, I barely knew how to react. I was checking around whilst my buddy was arranging his gear and suddenly his chest exploded in a spray of claret. His screams rattled my bones over skype as he quickly passed out from the shock and blood loss, I whipped around with my trusty makarov as more shots whizzed past my head, all the while looking for the source of the onslaught. I barely spied the muzzleflash as the shock set in. In a stupor, I raised my weapon and pulled off two quick shots in his general direction. In careless disregard, I quickly applied a transfusion to my buddy and patched him up once he was concious. Once he was up, he said "Dude your bleeding all over the grass" and so I was, I quickly slapped a bandage on and not a moment too soon, I was in severe shock and had just less than 300 blood left... I was lucky to have not passed out and died. So my buddy gave me a transfusion and we set off to inspect our kill. A big fat 1 appeared on my bandit counter in the debug so I was pretty happy. I'd shot me my first bandit! With closer inspection, I had sniped that mofo in the dick and the blood was spraying out of his butthole like some sort of morbid, artistic fountain. We robbed that padre dry and my buddy looted a prized AK47 and 2 mags. We also bagged a spare M1911 and a mag for our friend who later joined us on our epic quest. Out of sheer disgust we didn't hide the body, that sucker deserved to rot with the whole world watching... True story, my best experience of DAYZ