Bambi Gets a Taste of the Apocalypse

[EzyStriderPS4 191]

Running from the coast, my search for boards bearing no fruit, and the dawn breaking, the loop to my make-shift home was almost complete.  Not a bad lap, I found a normalized suppressor and some grub in the city.  I see what looks like a strange morning glare near a road sign half a click away.  Scoping in with my Tundra, I clearly see a fresh spawn with a flare trying to geo-locate.  I begin my pursuit.

I sprint my way to the town edge and begin skillfully tracking the other survivor.  I walk instead of running, knowing that my quarry would be slower than I because of the time they would be spending to look at loot, organize inventory, et cetera.  Staying on the periphery of the village, I see the survivor slip behind a stone wall into an industrial area.  I remain patient and keep watch over the area where I anticipate the survivor soon will appear given their previous direction of travel across town.  3 to 5 minutes pass, and I am now becoming anxious that the trail has gone cold.  I scan the environment and decide to remain on over-watch for a little longer.

Bambi emerges.  He or she stops at the road edge, and then scampers across.  I wanted to get a closer look, and bring up my scope.  White screen.  Frustrated and skipping frames, I decide to relocate.  I catch up with Bambi in another 60 seconds.  

"Hello!" I shout. "I have been tracking you through the town, how are you?"  I approach with caution, even though I had observed the survivor had no weaponry in hand at any time.  I felt safe, and in control of the situation.  At any moment, I was ready to raise my FX-45 and blow some holes in his sweatshirt, keeping the center of my screen trained on my new friend.  

"I'm new to the game; only been playing for a couple days," he says.

"Let's get inside this house," I caution.  Shutting the door behind us, I say, "Looks like you have a shitty school backpack. Want a better one?"

"Sure," he obliges.

After shuffling my inventory, I remove the ultra-high capacity military backpack's straps from my shoulders and lay it on the floor.  It was all I really had to offer.  He wanted to know where to get good gear. I asked if he had any melee weapons for protection.  That was a negative. I then pointed out the baseball bat on the floor next to him.  "Pick that up and let's get moving, I'll show you a decent military barracks location where you might find some good stuff."

On our trip through the woods, he asks me some beginner questions about looting.  I warn him of a KoS player that frequents my home-area.  Things are going smoothly. I teach him how to free-look and zoom. We check a hunting tower.  "How are you doing on food and water?" I ask, knowing that where we were going would be out of the way.  "I'm good!" he said.

We arrive to the barracks location.  I say, "Keep close, I will scout." Bambi's first lesson: Don't run in blind.  We sneak closer through some pines to get a better view. "Looks clear. Let's move in," I say without definitive evidence.

"Okay, I'm right behind you."  With a baseball bat.  The thought of him bludgeoning the back of my skull-piece never leaves my mind the entire hike from town to our present location.

As we near the first barracks, I see another survivor already looting.  I turn to my friend, "Stop! I see another guy in here.  Are you friendly?" I shouted.  No reply.  He is crouched and moving in a small room, trying to hide behind a wall.  BOOM, says my Winchester, sending a round through the window near the survivor's head.  I quickly switch positions to the corner of the building.  "That was a warning shot! Are you friendly?  Respond or I will shoot to kill!" I yell.  The adrenaline is now pumping.  I sidestep to the hall window to see the other survivor is crouched in the hall, and I give him a final chance.  I pause, no gesture, more silence, and so I put a .308 round through his chest.  

My friend and I reconvene at the body.  "I'm sorry you had to see that.  He never responded to me."  He laughed it off as if it was all good.  I just took a life.  I didn't want to do it.  I quickly bark, "Hurry up and loot the body, those shots have alerted others in the area.  We may not have much time. I will go to the tower and keep you covered."  I climb the tower and start scanning.  Almost two minutes go by, and I begin to build some anxiety, knowing the sands of time are falling quicker than before.  I climb down and run back. He's still in the first barracks.  "We have to go now!" I command with urgency. I grab a 9-volt off the body.

We leave the barracks, and I check my back: Bambi is now limping.  "Are you hurt? What happened?" I inquire while backtracking.

"I'm low on water."

Well that's just perfect I think to myself in mild frustration, the timer ticking in my head.  We have to leave--immediately--and my anchor and I are out in the open.  I realize suddenly that I have made THE mistake.  

I drop dead; shot by another opportunist just seconds after the thought occurred to me to take cover.  Bambi's cold lifeless body would soon be on the ground next to mine unless my killer had an ounce of mercy left. Everything is black.

I've learned a valuable lesson even though I was in the role of teacher. 

I wake up on the coast, alone.

Edited August 21, 2019 by EzyStriderPS4

[BodycountAU 14]

On 8/22/2019 at 4:50 AM, EzyStriderPS4 said:

Running from the coast, my search for boards bearing no fruit, and the dawn breaking, the loop to my make-shift home was almost complete.  Not a bad lap, I found a normalized suppressor and some grub in the city.  I see what looks like a strange morning glare near a road sign half a click away.  Scoping in with my Tundra, I clearly see a fresh spawn with a flare trying to geo-locate.  I begin my pursuit.

I sprint my way to the town edge and begin skillfully tracking the other survivor.  I walk instead of running, knowing that my quarry would be slower than I because of the time they would be spending to look at loot, organize inventory, et cetera.  Staying on the periphery of the village, I see the survivor slip behind a stone wall into an industrial area.  I remain patient and keep watch over the area where I anticipate the survivor soon will appear given their previous direction of travel across town.  3 to 5 minutes pass, and I am now becoming anxious that the trail has gone cold.  I scan the environment and decide to remain on over-watch for a little longer.

Bambi emerges.  He or she stops at the road edge, and then scampers across.  I wanted to get a closer look, and bring up my scope.  White screen.  Frustrated and skipping frames, I decide to relocate.  I catch up with Bambi in another 60 seconds.  

"Hello!" I shout. "I have been tracking you through the town, how are you?"  I approach with caution, even though I had observed the survivor had no weaponry in hand at any time.  I felt safe, and in control of the situation.  At any moment, I was ready to raise my FX-45 and blow some holes in his sweatshirt, keeping the center of my screen trained on my new friend.  

"I'm new to the game; only been playing for a couple days," he says.

"Let's get inside this house," I caution.  Shutting the door behind us, I say, "Looks like you have a shitty school backpack. Want a better one?"

"Sure," he obliges.

After shuffling my inventory, I remove the ultra-high capacity military backpack's straps from my shoulders and lay it on the floor.  It was all I really had to offer.  He wanted to know where to get good gear. I asked if he had any melee weapons for protection.  That was a negative. I then pointed out the baseball bat on the floor next to him.  "Pick that up and let's get moving, I'll show you a decent military barracks location where you might find some good stuff."

On our trip through the woods, he asks me some beginner questions about looting.  I warn him of a KoS player that frequents my home-area.  Things are going smoothly. I teach him how to free-look and zoom. We check a hunting tower.  "How are you doing on food and water?" I ask, knowing that where we were going would be out of the way.  "I'm good!" he said.

We arrive to the barracks location.  I say, "Keep close, I will scout." Bambi's first lesson: Don't run in blind.  We sneak closer through some pines to get a better view. "Looks clear. Let's move in," I say without definitive evidence.

"Okay, I'm right behind you."  With a baseball bat.  The thought of him bludgeoning the back of my skull-piece never leaves my mind the entire hike from town to our present location.

As we near the first barracks, I see another survivor already looting.  I turn to my friend, "Stop! I see another guy in here.  Are you friendly?" I shouted.  No reply.  He is crouched and moving in a small room, trying to hide behind a wall.  BOOM, says my Winchester, sending a round through the window near the survivor's head.  I quickly switch positions to the corner of the building.  "That was a warning shot! Are you friendly?  Respond or I will shoot to kill!" I yell.  The adrenaline is now pumping.  I sidestep to the hall window to see the other survivor is crouched in the hall, and I give him a final chance.  I pause, no gesture, more silence, and so I put a .308 round through his chest.  

My friend and I reconvene at the body.  "I'm sorry you had to see that.  He never responded to me."  He laughed it off as if it was all good.  I just took a life.  I didn't want to do it.  I quickly bark, "Hurry up and loot the body, those shots have alerted others in the area.  We may not have much time. I will go to the tower and keep you covered."  I climb the tower and start scanning.  Almost two minutes go by, and I begin to build some anxiety, knowing the sands of time are falling quicker than before.  I climb down and run back. He's still in the first barracks.  "We have to go now!" I command with urgency. I grab a 9-volt off the body.

We leave the barracks, and I check my back: Bambi is now limping.  "Are you hurt? What happened?" I inquire while backtracking.

"I'm low on water."

Well that's just perfect I think to myself in mild frustration, the timer ticking in my head.  We have to leave--immediately--and my anchor and I are out in the open.  I realize suddenly that I have made THE mistake.  

I drop dead; shot by another opportunist just seconds after the thought occurred to me to take cover.  Bambi's cold lifeless body would soon be on the ground next to mine unless my killer had an ounce of mercy left. Everything is black.

I've learned a valuable lesson even though I was in the role of teacher. 

I wake up on the coast, alone.

Take them to prison island, they'll thank you later