An experience...

[DYLAN ALONE 4]

So there I was, at the Balota Airstrip. Searching the control tower when I heard a Kalashnikov going off, I noticed a player standing directly outside the door, the paranoia got to me and I began swinging my hatchet, I quickly realized that he was simply stuck in a standing animation after he had died. Another player, this one alive and with a Kalashnikov exited and began spraying my position. I ran around to the opposite side and went up the ladder, at this point I still had nothing but a hatchet and was hoping to find something a little more... efficient. I got to the top and found nothing, I had almost no hope. I could see him at the bottom of the stairs, unaware that I had flanked him. He was still gunning, this time at the zeds who had come to the position. I knew it would not be long before they started climbing up the ladder and I would be cornered so I climbed up to the top of the tower. A while passed, zeds were everywhere. The player downstairs had gone up to the level below my own. Needless to say, I was stressing. He still had no idea that I was even there. Then I heard him firing... the zeds had reached the top. They were even attempting to climb the ladder to get to me but he was taking them out. After that, nothing happened. No flies buzzing, just an empty building. I stayed up their for a while just in case and I caught a random round in the head... I was dead.

I respawned this time determined to reach an ally I had promised to meet up with. I was in Chernogorsk, the outskirts to be exact. After quickly running through the supermarket I had found two dead players, one with an Colt but no ammo. I made my way through the city, seemingly alone, a feeling I was all to use to being wrong about. I made my way to the medical tents and got myself some morphine, then the fire station. I reached the top of the tower... and logged out.

Later that night, I logged in to find a completely pitch black night. Stupidly I walked forward and somehow managed to fall out the window onto the roof below. After passing out I was at five thousand blood. I took some morphine and logged out. The next morning I logged back in to find an Kalashniov with five mags.

[NoRegrets 495]