Korpsicle's Diary, Day 2

[Korpsicle 0]

3:00 AM I've been through a lot already, but I haven't had time to stop and write. It's been a fight for food, water, and my life the last couple of days. I finally came upon the ocean tonight, but it was pitch black out. All I could hear was the peaceful lapping of the waves on the coast. In spite of the mellow tone, I was still terrified. I could see a town in the distance, but in my haste to leave Krasnostav and the firefight that had ensued, I didn't grab any road flares or chemlights. It's too dark out to move now, I could walk into one of those things at this time of day. I suppose it's best to just drink some water, and sleep on the coast until daytime.

1:00 PM.

I killed a lot of time here on the coast, and I guess it's time to investigate this town. My GPS tells me I'm along the South West border of Komarovo. Found the GPS on a bandit who tried to kill me. I almost feel guilty for killing him, but hey. He shot first. I sneak up to the stone wall surrounding the town, very cautiously in fear of anyone who could be here. A couple brief moans in the distance causes a lump in my throat, but my fully loaded AKM calms be back down again. I switch my rifle to single shot, and make my way around the barrier.

The doors open, so I take a step inside cautiously. Nothing. No food, no water, no ammunition. There are a couple tin cans on the ground, and even if I wanted them my pack is too full. The other door in here however, is barricaded shut with barbed wire. Someone's been here. Could have been an hour ago, or could have been yesterday. Seeing this, is probably more terrifying then seeing a pocket of zombies. I've got ammunition and zombies are predictable. It takes a lot of equipment to set up one of those, let alone to find a wire kit. I decide it's time to investigate the neighboring 4 story building, and get out of this barn before his defender shows up.

I step outside and begin to round the building, using the stone wall on my left to mask my approach from someone who may be watching from afar. As I round the corner of the building I spot another survivor. I freeze. I've got an M9 SD on my hip, and a AKM in my hands. I also have a rather large backpack on. If he spots me, he may want to take advantage of what I've got. I lay down and slide to my left behind some shrubbery. He doesn't see me, and walks into a small shed. He shuts the door behind him and I lose sight. The next 5 minutes were probably the most nervewracking. I decide to let him pass if he comes out and heads for the edge of town.

He opens the door, and starts walking towards the doorway 5 feet to my right. He's about 25 feet and closing, dead in front of me, and he doesn't even know I'm here. I didn't say anything. There was nothing to say. What, walk away or I'll shoot? He probably won't even hear me, or just shoot if I startle him. If I appear hostile, everyone else will put my name with danger. 20 feet away. I can practically hear this guy breathe. I fire. 3 rounds, one to his neck, and 2 to his chest. He drops like a sack of bricks.

I hesitate. What have I done? I've killed a guy, unsuspecting. He could have been a psychopath. He could have killed hundreds of other survivors just looking for food and shelter. But on the other hand he could have been a nice guy. Maybe had food and water to last a few weeks, looking for a pal to kill the time with. We could have grouped up together, got a car working and drove to the northern airfield. Get a helicopter working and get the hell off this island. But yet, I didn't even try to negotiate, I shot him. In cold blood. Those 3 rounds could have easily saved my life; but yet, I wish I never fired them.

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I wrote this a few days ago, I'm no good at writing but I thought it was interesting enough.

True story ;D

For the record, the reason why I was at Krasnostav and then I'm at Komarovo, is because of the location reset, but we'll just pretend that the story is more coherent :)