Here comes a nice story I was meeting up with my mates on teamspeak and we decided to go out on some adventure. They all were together but I still had to spawn after my last encounter, where I died I spawned in Three Valleys (southeast of the map). I looked on the global map where I was. I headed out to the sea and went south, along the sea. I heard my mates were at Prigorodky (northeast of Chernogorsk). We decided to meet up at Pusta. When I was finally there, after 20 minutes of walking, my mates were already there. We were with 7 now. Another mate decided to join in. He was still at Prigorodky, so we had to go back. While walking down I heard they had killed 3 bandits there before. They were very proud of themselves and all. When we arrived there, we heard that our mate was shot wounded during loading the game. We heard it pretty late and after we came out of the woods to the northeast, 3 bandits started shooting us. 3 of us died and me and a mate were still alive. We managed to get 2 down, but then ran to cover to heal up. We heard 2 were leaving and so we were left with 5. While we were healing another mate turned up again. We decided to hunt down the last bandit. I looted his AKM. We went back to Pusta, where we met up with 4 players again. One had to leave. While we were waiting, another random guy turned up. We decided to trust him, but we kept an eye on him. Our main goal was to head to the airfield. We knew this was going to take long. We already were playing for 1.5 hours and we still had atleast 3 hours to go. We stuck to the roads, looting nearly every village, slaughtering animals for food. Eventually, after a long walk, we found the airport. We came to the left side of the airport, we decided to thread carefully. 3 of us, including me, decided to search the houses to the west of the strip, the other 2 went on the strip already. We were pretty silent, and we only saw 2 zombies. After we shot both of them, a huge horde of atleast 8 zombies ran out of the houses. We ran for our lives, to our mates, eventually turning around to kill one. We went for the radio tower. When we were 50 meters away from the tower, the server crashed. That time we were on an American server, so everything was still day. We decided to join a european server, making it pitch black. This was also a hardcore server, meaning it was a bit harder, and we couldnt see names or anything. We had lost our random guy. He wasnt saying much on teamspeak at all, so we thought he just quit. We threw some flares and headed inside the radio tower. While we were looting, we suddenly heard a gun shot that sounded like an AK. I was the only one with the AK and I didnt shoot. We all freaked out, extinquishing what we could. We heard someone come up the radio tower. It was our mate. We were relieved and thought it was just him shooting. Implying he wasnt saying much, we just considered it was like that. We went outside, throwing more flares all happily, preparing for all the awesome loot we were going to find. While we were at the second hangar, we heard shots. 2 mates died, I was wounded. We headed inside the hangar and hid there. I was freaking out, bleeding to death slowly. I shouted for someone to bandage me, but I couldn't see anybody. I was hugging the entrance wall on the right side of the hangar. I was staring at the strip all the time. The flares faded out, it was pitch dark. After 2 or so minutes I started to move a bit, I crouched and moved 1 meter forward. Then suddenly out of nothingness, out of the point I had been staring for 2 minutes along. A muzzle flash appeared, this was the last thing I saw. One of my mates was still alive. He decided to sneak around the hangar, suprisingly unnoticed. He saw the one guy. Just as he was throwing a grenade, he shot him dead, dropping the grenade on the floor. The grenade blew up in his fade. I didn't know what happened to my last mate. Cool story eh?
