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Oh... But the story has only just begun ^_^

I awoke on the coast just outside of Kamenka, with the early hours of the day having already passed, my journey began at around midday. My two comrades had begun making their way towards Cherno from the north, having been separated from me in the darkness of the previous night. Knowing I was unlikely to find any other survivors within this tiny, derelict town, I casually made my way around, checking various buildings in the hope of hitting a goldmine of supplies. Sadly all that came up was various empty tins and a heat pack. "Useless" I thought, but I picked some up nonetheless. By the time I had finished my excavation, slowly making my way towards Komarovo in the hopes of more successful looting, my two comrades were already settling down in Cherno, awaiting my arrival. Along the way they had gathered a few weapons and supplies, so were easily able to defend themselves against any unwanted zombies or even worse, bandits. They had even picked up three more people along the way, who were more than willing to stick around until I arrived. However... Something was wrong. One of my friends had begun coughing, with his health slowly depleting along with his temperature. Having no prior experience with these symptoms before, they eventually came to the conclusion that the long period of time they had spent outside in the rain had led to him coming down with a case of Hypothermia. We still don't know whether this was the case, but we weren't exactly going to doubt the possibility if it led to his death. Sadly, none of the four of them had any supplies that could counter this potentially fatal infection. Being stuck between Kamenka and Komarovo still, I figured I was of little use to him. But then I remembered. The Heat Pack! My only supply from Kamenka was not only useful, but now vital to someone's survival! The number of zombies I'd been encountering on my trek was increasing dramatically, but I couldn't afford to waste time and sneak my way past them. My friend needed me. And so with that, I ran. I ran for what seemed like ages, straight through Komarovo, then Balota, taking little notice of the ever growing number of determined undead that had begun the chase after catching sight of my frantic sprinting through the towns. Quick glances back every few minutes led me to believe the numbers had already gone into double digits. With no weapons to defend me, it looked like I was going to have to rely on the four waiting survivors in Cherno to get rid of them. Sadly I wasn't in top form either, with my hunger and thirst on the rise, I feared it wouldn't be long until I was outclassed by these relentless zombies, dooming both me and my constantly growing weaker friend, who had made a temporary base in a mosque, in the hopes I would easily identify it upon my arrival. Eventually Cherno was in my sights, yet sadly I was still in the sights of these zombies. I couldn't just run straight into the mosque, even with four armed comrades inside, I couldn't run the risk of them being overpowered. So I ran straight past the building, did a 180 turn, and dodged all of these infected to run past again. This moment of delay gave my comrades time to open fire and quickly dispel of these pests. We were reunited at last. I quickly introduced myself to these three new team mates before trading over my heat pack in exchange for some soda from my friend. Things were beginning to look up for us... The crack of the rifle shot rang throughout the city. No one had been expecting it, and not a single one of us was sure of what had just happened. In a state of confusion, I looked to my left to see my other friend standing next to me, having just accidently fired... At pointblank range... Into my side, with her strongest weapon. As quickly as this revelation had come to me, I collapsed. Fearing this mishap was in fact a sign of betrayal and the rifle was soon to be turned on them, the three new comrades quickly ran away, taking with them supplies I was in desperate need of. I was losing blood at an amazing rate. I had never seen anything like it before, I could have sworn I was losing hundreds of it within a couple of seconds. Whilst one friend was shouting her apologies, swearing she hadn't meant it, my now seemingly cured friend quickly took out his last remaining bandage and fixed me up as best as he could. I was already unconscious by the time he got to me. I regained consciousness a short while later, with just 1807 blood left. In the space of a minute our reunion had turned into chaos. Our hopes of repairing a car had to be put on hold. We needed to make it to a hospital, quickly. Despite being cured of his mystery illness, both my comrade and of course myself needed our health back up to a survivable rate. The two of them made their way to a nearby supermarket, as I slowly stumbled behind them. I collapsed once along the way, but luckily no zombies noticed my body lying in the street, and I joined up with them inside the abandoned store. I wolfed down the two tins of beans we had found, barely getting my health above 2000. And so, we decided to call it a night right there, making base inside this supermarket, we now await the time to journey to one of the two Hospitals within Cherno, with a blood transfusion being vital to my survival. And for some reason, my friend still appears to be coughing... To Be Continued...