The Grand Adventure and the unexpected death.

[KOS11 0]

Spawning on the coast, i looked around readily, i had gauged that i was east of the two capital citys, the land of griefing. No... thats not where i want to be... I want to go north. Without a map and a compass, it was a guessing game. But north i went, sticking to a dirt road.

A fork here, a turn there, the odd small town, the odd barn. Eventually I see a large rectangle perched atop a hillside.

"no way? there are castles?"

eagerly i proceed towards my new objective, tapping the key's i make double time. It was everything i could have hoped it to be. Only two former sheep turned zombie, one motionless, head down staring aimlessly at what was in front of him. No doubt re living his former life stuck in a cubical, or whatever remedial task he was forced into. Slowly making my way around him, i climb the battlements, and recieve my reward. A 16 slot camo backpack, and a can of Dr. pepper. I toss away the coke, wondering how people can drink that shit. What a prize.

Feeling good about my decisions thus far, I decide to plot a coarse NW. Ive heard players describe a fabled air field riddled with loot. The only danger of coarse, the snipers, and the odd squad. I will have to be on my toes, less some dirt star gets it in his head to take my new bag.

Sticking to the main roads, i make my way. More barns, the odd small town, i find one with a church. Taking opportunity when it presents itself, I happen upon a farmers rifle, with mounted scope, but only one 5 round clip. Well its something... Im so hungry tho. All i have found is Dr. Pepper and that cursed coke, like six cans of it...

I continue on my way, deciding to risk an encounter with a Z or two, and i rummage up some canned goods. good ol baked beans. hungers solved, I even have a few cans left over for later.

Another town, another church. Thankfully, i have seen no other players. I havent found so much as a pistol in all these hours of play.

I begin to move across a field warily. Ive spotted smoke in the distance on my scope. The closer i get, I realize its a downed Huey, surrounded by Z's. I creep forward slowly... patiently to investigate, even after all the towns, and all the distance ive covered, i still have my original 12000 health. Thats the way i want to keep it.

My patients pays off... a 50 cal snipers rifle with mounted scope... but no ammo... i hastily make room in my bag for it, and stuff it in. proceding to the other side... i find precisely one clip of 50 cal. Hot damn.

I displace, way to many zeds, and the field worry's me. Gotta keep heading to the north west. Through some bush i go, and on the other side... another large field... and... holy shit another chopper...

it takes me a good half hour to creep up again... lots of z's... but no luck. Theres no loot...

I bug out, continue on my bearing. Eventually i find the perimeter of what i hope to be the air field. I find a hole, and make my way to the cover of the tree line. working my way up. I can see the hangers, thats where im headed.

Lots of z's, litterally a good 50 as far as i can see... i begin my slow crawl and cover every hanger... until...

"FRIENDLY"

holy shit someones spotted me! its dusk now. the sun has disappeared, and the stars are starting to show, how the shit did he see me???

I call back on local. "friendly" when what im really thinking is, time to fuck off. Did i mention i found an assault rifle and three mags in the very first hanger?

"im bleeding out man, when i die take my stuff"

"location?"

no reply... it could be a set up... i hit the deck pretty fast, and made my way around the hangers, hiding out in the middle of a pack of 6-7 z's

:::so and so::: has been killed.

guess it wasnt a set up *chuckle*

i make my way back around. still i have no idea how he spotted me. or even where he is for that matter, had to be close. I dont imagine local radio travels far. I hit the last building at the end of the hangers. Making my way to higher ground... i can hear the flys buzzing around his carcass. To many zeds tho. I have to wait for them to pass.

This is where i notice something odd... climbing down the stairs im prompted with a climb down arrow... so... i click it. and it wooshes me to a ladder on the other side of the wall, closer to the sound of flys.

SWEET my lucky day i guess. I pile down. hit the roof. immediately go to crouch. Walk over to the edge... and hit prone...

My toon... having had enough of this world and its cruel hostility, vaults off the roof in a running dive, and hits the pavement.

Im knocked unconscious. my legs are broken... and... having screamed falling in slow motion from the roof, to the pavement, 5 zeds had heard me fall.

And there i lay, unconscious, eaten alive... until i died.

The end.

[Krack 0]

Lesson learned the hard way as did I, never prone looking at a ledge.. It's asking to die.

[Hunter5 2]

I once leapt off of cherno's tower.

I landed on a survivor, who happily took my m24.