A Tale of Bravery

[korrobravin 96]

Gather round the campfire fellow survivors, and hear my tale of extraordinary valor. Like all good tales, this one starts in our very own Chernarus.

Now, two young survivors by the names of Rusty and Korro are out on a raid in Vybor. The two are doing fairly well on loot, getting some soda, and some ammo for their weapons. Now they accidentally aggro a few zombies, so they climb atop a school, and wait for the zombies to follow so Korro can give them a good few whacks with his axe. Now to make a tragic story short, Rusty has his legs broken in a tragic accident involving a hatchet.

Now the two have been without morphine for a good long time, neither had really needed it. So Korro must go out, and retrieve some from the nearby airstrip. This is where our tale begins my friends.

Now Korro is your average survivor, not extraordinarily talented, but he does well enough to get by. Now he does his best to sneak out of Vybor, and does so. He goes out of the town, successfully avoiding the zombies milling about the once great city. He moves with the swiftness of a leaf on the wind to the North Western airstrip, slaughtering a few animals on the way, as Rusty and he had no blood packs. The trip was uneventful, and he arrived at the airstrip in good time. He begins his infiltration of the strip silently, reaching a barracks building without attracting any attention. He earnestly ransacks the building in hopes of finding morphine, but alas, there was none to be found. However, he does find an M104, and a fair ammount of ammunition for it.

Next he moves to search the hangars for the morphine, and on his way across the airstrip, he hears gunfire. He immediately drops to the ground, heart pounding, Makerov ready. He slowly crawls forward, then moves to a crouch jog to the hangars, and searches them thoroughly, still no morphine.

He again hears shots, this time from the fire station just up the strip from him, he knows it is his only chance, and one way or another must get the morphine, so he moves to the closest hangar to the fire station.

Now our hero was faced with a moral dilemma, does he call out, and ask these people if they would be willing to trade for the morphine, or does he silently move in and kill both of them.

Ultimately, his moral side calls out to them, "Hey, do you guys need some help?"

He waits, unsure if the other two survivors would decide to shoot him, or respond, "Yeah!" they both cry out.

Our hero nods slowly, then continues, "I'll take care of these zombies in exchange for some morphine, deal?" he asks, readying the M104.

"Yeah, I think we have some in here, you can have it if you get us out of here." they reply.

Korro immediately gets up, and runs into the fire station, taking down three zombies, then runs out, where dozens more have become aggravated, and are now running in his direction. He ducks into a hangar, and uses the darkened area to confuse, and eventually slaughter the zombies trying to kill him.

"Ok, it's done." he calls out, a pile of zombie corpses littering the area around the fire station.

The two unknowns descend from the the station tower, and meet Korro on the airstrip. The tension between the parties is palpable, one can guess that the either group is prepared to kill to survive, but our hero's actions have proven that he may be trusted. One of the survivors reaches into his pack, and removes the injector of Morphine, and hands it to Korro. A rush of relief passes over him, and he places it in his pocket.

He thanks the two, and turns to run, heading straight for Vybor to heal his wounded partner. he easily slips back to the school without disturbing the horde of zombies milling about the town, and injects his friend with the leg-healing substance.

The two stand, ready to beat feet and get the hell out of dodge, as staying in any town too long has always been disastrous. Just as Rusty rises to his feet, his head explodes in a mist of red.

Our hero cries out in horror, and soon his own body is penetrated by the deadly bullet, and both drop to the ground, dead. And neither heard so much as a whisper from the sniper.

True story, aside from some dialogue edits and streamlining for length's sake. Both of us were incredibly pissed when we got sniped, we had every survival tool, and had been alive for at least two days.