Armenku

Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. I died. Damnit. In the field a little below Kozlovka where I was originally headed to meet up with a friend who was in dire need of food and medical attention, I came across this goat. This little goat. Oh he was so cute, fluffy, and full of raw meat. I shot him with my L85, and with my ghillie suit in the dark I was not expecting anyone else to come around and bump into me when there were only 3 people on the server. Yet, I heard a sound. I KNEW what that sound was. A moment of hesitation, I clicked it in my head that it wasn't my imagination (I had previously thought I heard survivors before) I instantly ducked into a pine tree. Three silenced shots later at me I went a running a little ways away. I decided to call out: "Is it a little late to ask if you're a friendly?" I looked for him, maybe to get bearings as to where he was. Then. I died. Three consecutive shots. I was....only about 80 zombie kills away from 1000. 0 Murders still. Can't a friendly zombie killing guy just make it to 1000 zombie kills? :( Well. Better start over. -insert shades here-

Damn shame I'm not a portuguese player! I got a couple of friends of mine who always hop onto the EU servers when it gets dark in the US. Hope you find someone!

I was thinking the same thing. haha, but back on my feet. Got an m1911, Enfield, got all my utility equipment back, fully loaded with medical and food, found a tent (which I will promptly be setting a safe stash out), and finally met up with my bud to patch him up. W00t.