It's a trap!

[Hunter5 2]

I just spawned in Prig and I was in a open sprint to the near by barns east of Cherno on US 126 on a late night run to get a gun for tomorrows venture.

I'm sprinting across open fields to get to the barn when suppressed gunfire rakes my legs.

I start the Zig-zag and run. The barn is a good distance out, but I make it there. I figured the player had determined where I was heading, and would bee-line there. So I only had a precious few seconds to make my decision on entry - left or right. I went left high, and found...

Firewood. This will be short lived.

I hear on direct - "Player.... playerr..."

I say, "I don't have any gear, I just started. Are you going to shoot me?"

He runs in and doesn't say anything. He kills the Zed around me with a Bizon SD. I'm slowly leaning toward that he's not going to shoot me. His name is Travis, and he then...

"Nice Bizon." I say. He's not shooting at me, and he's close. My hands are in his pack, and I'm looking for a gun. Nothing. One Bizon mag. I take it in spite.

The response was something I never thought I'd ever hear a player say.

"Yeah, want it?"

He drops it on the ground for me(with 8 mags), leaving himself unarmed. We speak here and there and we move out toward the wooden long house. There I tell him, I'm heading to Cherno to get supplies and a pack.

He springs the trap. "My friends are watching us. Run back to the barn." I bolt and head to the treeline, away from the barn, figuring a .50 is watching me from the tower. I use the minor shrubs to obscure possible shots, and sprint south to the trees. I hit the line and run about 300m. I prone in a bush, and look around. I see Travis is following me, trying to give them a better idea of where I am. He lost me, so I bolt more south. I hear sniper fire.

Travis is Dead.

I laugh to myself and head east.

[krisnewland@hotmail.com 3]

wow simply wow lol

[UppedAlarm7 1]

Now that was Funny, the karma gods have SPOKEN :P