My little story isn't especially exciting to most seasoned players but as I've only been playing about a week, it's one of the few I've got to tell. This weekend I managed to loot a box of matches, hatchet and a hunting knife. Suddenly the game made sense. For the first time I could survive, really survive not just run round around lost in large circles until zombies, bandits or hunger/ thirst takes me. My first sheep kill and cook-fest was a joy, I was very low on blood I made it out into the wilderness and had a meat orgy that recovered my health and made me feel like Bear Grylss! I really enjoyed that weekend (I even managed to avoid getting hacked to death!), avoiding civilisation and living off the land so I started to head north as I'd never explored that part of the map before. Then through my Binos I saw it... A helicopter crash site! (My first.) The WoW loot whore instinct kicked in...first mistake. I ran to the middle of the field in a crouch constantly hitting prone and scanning the horizon with my binoculars. The nearby zombie was dispatched with a pistol rather than my trusty hatchet I'd been using for stealth... Second mistake. When I reached the helicopter one side didn't seem to have any interaction and as I'd made it to the site unscathed and as I thought at the time, undiscovered, I ran round to the other side of the helicopter. My lack of caution, greediness and just all round stupidity where brought home to me with a crack of a sniper rifle in the distance. I froze for a second like a fool who just realised he was an idiot, then realisation set in that I was in big trouble. First shot missed but standing there like a stationary target wasn't going to get me lucky a second time. I dived to the deck and started crawling like mad to the nose of the helicopter so I could use it as shelter, and in the back of my mind noticed that I'd only heard one shot that didn't hit. Maybe I just heard a shot that wasn't aimed at me, maybe it was just coincidence, maybe I'd survive... Crack... second shot... half of my blood gone, broken legs. Guess not then. Crack... third shot and I was unconscious with a huge timer and bleeding like a stuck pig. I bled out and never regained conciousness over what felt like minutes. I sat there and watched my life pouring out of me all the time figuring that the sniper was watching through his scope and instead of putting me out of my misery was watching me slowly bleed to death. I was perfectly happy with being killed then, firstly, it was a fair kill and that sniper might have been there for hours waiting for a hapless dolt to come stumbling into his trap. Secondly, I had been a hapless dolt and utterly deserved that death. It's not often I can say I had a good death, that was one of them :)
