And Slowly Draw a Bead...

[SovietX 0]

I started playing this mod a few days ago, and boy do I love it. The thrill of looting and surviving is somthing I enjoy and look forward to every day. As for me, I'm a really nice guy, and was looking forward to teaming up with people. This story takes place a couple days after starting, and many deaths later. Even though I've been murdered multiple times, my kindhearted spirit still existed.

The story starts with me near Guglov. I spawned at Komorov and decided to make a run for Stary. As of the start of my journey I had nothing, but I found a few things on the way. I picked up a revolver with a few clips and a hatchet. I'm quite fond of the hatchet, so I use it as my primary.

A while later, I'm just north of Guglov. I'm hoping to hit the house between here and Novy to get a bike. When I arrive, I find that the bike had been taken. Disappointed, I was about to head down the road when I saw somthing amazing. Just behind the house was a heli crash site. I've never seen one before, and I heard that they can have exceptional loot. I scan the area to see if anyone is nearby, then crawl towards it. To my delight, I found an FN FAL with one mag. I picked it up along with a few bandages and morphine. I then prepared to head NW.

Right before I head out, I realized I was starving and loosing blood. I opened my pack to grab my last can of beans....and it isn't there. I go into panic mode, realizing I'm going to have to haul ass if I want to survive. I'm sprinting over open fields and end up just north east of Novy. Before I head in, I go prone and quickly scan the area to see if there's any other players.

I see that there are already zombies in the town. Thinking there might be another player around, I decide to stay put despite my dropping blood. Sure enough, I see a player crawling behind a fence, trying to dodge some zombies. He's about 200 meters away, slightly obscured by the fence. I sit there and stare at him, my morals and survival instincts ravaging eachother. The angel in me wants to leave him be, but the animal in me is goading me to shoot him. I stare at him for a moment, the sun glaring in my eyes.

The player's crouching now, looking towards a zombie infront of him. I look down my sights and slowly draw a bead...BANG. One shot to the chest, and he drops dead. I listen to the echo of my bullet, and watching to see if any zombies noticed me. None did. Looting him, he had an ALICE pack with all the supplies someone would need, a crossbow(which I left), and a makarov sidearm, which I take with me. I eat and drink his supplies, thinking about what might his story had been and the hours of work lost for him. I listen to the flies of his rotting corpse, and solemnly head out to Stary.

This is the story of my first murder.

On a side note, I died a few hours later and lost all my gear due to a camping tent glitch. Currently, I'm the middle of jack shit nowhere with a stolen clan pickup, an M16, a few pistols and no supplies. But that's another story altogether.

[Gary_Coleman 27]

I too am one who does not want to murder. I try to avoid anybody so I don't have to make that decision...

That being said, I was also in a similar predicament. I was raiding the airfield just north of the spawn point. VERY VERY low on fluids, food AND ammo. Managed to loot a Kobra from one of the hangers.

As I was leaving the airfield after one more sweep of a hanger, a survivor came rushing into the very same hanger. I immediately dialed in on him as my pulse began to pound. This was the first time I ever had the upper hand on someone.

The survivor just stopped and stared at me with hatchet in hand. Taking a quick glance at my provision indicators made me really question how to handle the situation. Keep in mind I DON'T LIKE TO KILL

He put away his hatchet and pulled out his side arm. This made my decision a tad bit easier.

I pulled the trigger and emptied a 30 round clip into him. After dispatching a few zeds and began to loot his body.

He had everything I needed at that very moment to replenish my bars. He also was carrying everything needed to hunt, navigate, medicate etc. I felt bad knowing this kind of gear takes awhile to obtain but its survival of the fittest in this game I suppose. That's how I rationalized my actions.

Still have the gear after 5 hours of play so at least it wasn't all for not.

[FlashHawk4 44]

I was in Balota, not the airfield but the nearby military camp. I had learned from my last bullet to the neck that airfields are free fire zones. I had just scored a Kalashnikov, and almost everything I needed to repair a helicopter was tucked in my pack. I walked out of a tent ad turned right.

There was another survivor. Right there. I was literally staring down the barrel of his revolver. All I remember was my train of thought:

"Do I call friendly?"

"He's too close."

"He might want to roll with me, people here are...

His gun is pointing right at me."

At that moment, I clicked the fire selector on my 74 to "full", and let loose twelve rounds before I was satisfied with my safety.

I don't know who he was, but I was going to be friendly.

Except he was point his gun right at me.

[basedgodtripp 39]

I love your sudden, "On a side note!" Telling us about another story, I hope you will inform about us later.