Crazies were here

[sachad 1016]

You know the feeling, you're casually exploring some random town, expecting to be alone, until you run into some clear evidence that someone was there earlier. An empty water bottle in the middle of the road, a pile of assorted random junk, a lit flare/chemlight, ... You stop instantly and dash to the nearest cover. And then you have the evidence of crazies and your heart just stops.

 

Just today, I was doing a nighttime sweep of the NWAF, found nothing but zeds on the east side of the runway, then decided to double back up on the west side. I creep through the bushes when I see a greenish light between the trees. I stop at once and peer through my AKM scope. The shed south of the little barracks is lit up like a christmas tree. Chem light, from the look of it. A trap, surely, or just some prankster messing with my head. After five minutes of checking for movement, I decide to risk it. I speak out, "Anybody in there? I'm friendly if you are." No response. I say again, "Come out unarmed and I won't shoot you." Nothing. So, I swap my AKM for my sawn-off and burst inside. I found nobody. What I did find, was somehow even more frightening...

 

The smaller of the two rooms is littered with motorcycle helmets. Not one or two, or even three. Twelve. And the books. Another half dozen of those, and then some random stuff like a compass, a flashlight, a hammer, ... I am getting weirded out. Who the hell does this? And more importantly, where are they now? My paranoia grows. I decide to check the other room, where the light shines from. Again, my heart stops. In the eerie glow of the green chem light, I see a splitting axe and an ashwood bow. I look closer. Three machetes, used heavily. Some duct tape and rope, handcuffs without keys. More helmets.

 

A branch snaps outside, and I panic. I take out my AKM and cry out, "Whoever's out there, you don't scare me!" But I know better. I know the truth. I have stumbled into the lair of a cannibal killer. He hunts with primitive weapons, finding those who wear helmets, and takes their heads. I know the severed heads are still inside the helmets I found, I don't even have to look. My boast goes unanswered. I decide I have spent enough time in this site of human madness.

 

I dash to the small barracks further ahead. I creep around the little building, carefully watching and listening. Nobody is inside, so I go in. And that is where I found it. The earthly possessions of the cannibal's victims. From end to end, the barracks is littered with clothing, weapons, rotten food and equipment. I even find an SKS and a Blaze rifle, along with a P1 and a 1911. Backpacks, some with items still inside. More sets of clothes than I care to count. It stinks in here. I am having trouble breathing. I have to leave. Run, run far away and never look back. I feel I am being watched... Forget the snipers, forget the bandits. The real terror of the Airfield lurks in the trees...

[Death By Crowbar 1213]

Why do I get the impression this is partially based on a real story? Either way, I like it.  :D  :beans:  :beans:

[Zombie Milkman 167]

I didn't find the crazies, but I no longer find it funny when people exchange rocks and rotten fruit for the equipment.

 

Talk about deflating when you go into what should be either cleanly stripped, or loaded to the bones, and all it is is crap.

[Exodor 10]

I don't find the crazy man. I simply am.

[Rudette 435]

[sachad 1016]

Why do I get the impression this is partially based on a real story? Either way, I like it.  :D  :beans:  :beans:

Partially? It all happened, from the helmets to the pants-shitting terror! I almost logged out even after finding the helmet shrine, but curiosity kept me going. Good thing it didn't get me killed.

[Zombie Milkman 167]

Partially? It all happened, from the helmets to the pants-shitting terror! I almost logged out even after finding the helmet shrine, but curiosity kept me going. Good thing it didn't get me killed.

Were you on an experimental server?  Yesterday I found some storage units with more than the usual number of helmets all together, but it was down by the water in the town with the pier.  I figured someone was duping useless stuff.

[sachad 1016]

Nope, just a plain old regular server, the same one I usually play on. This didn't look like dupers, all the helmets were of various color and condition.

[jubeidok 495]

Split personality at work.

[Death By Crowbar 1213]

Partially? It all happened, from the helmets to the pants-shitting terror! I almost logged out even after finding the helmet shrine, but curiosity kept me going. Good thing it didn't get me killed.

Well, the heads in the helmets and the story line were all good, I wasn't sure how much was fact vs fiction. I like the way you folded it together! Twice when I was bored I looted a small town and put every item I could find into the middle of the street, just for grins. One time I stuck around to see if anyone noticed and how they'd react, the other time I just did it and ran.

[pillock 850]

It's almost certainly people repeatedly picking up and dropping items so that new stuff is respawned in its place.

 

Either that or cannibals, yeah.

[Psilocybin 6]

Loot-cyclers or cannibals....or both?

Lootables? Cannicyclers?

[sachad 1016]

Would loot-cyclers drop twelve helmets and six books, an axe and a bow and three machetes? This wasn't a random pile-up... This was a deliberate act of intimidation...

[reapers239 57]

Split personality at work.

his other half doesnt know he did it.

Edited August 12, 2014 by reapers239

[ld-airgrafix 403]

This is a very good read, pls continue

[sachad 1016]

Thanks! I'll try to do one of these whenever I have an interesting/funny/scary encounter.

[Niteowl 5]

Riveting, simply riveting!:)