These days just keep on getting better and better. Really!
After yesterdays super mega funtime with that asshole shooting at me I was pretty reluctant to head out into the open again. I couldn't help but just wonder at what moment that person had spotted me. He must've been watching me for some time then, as he didn't make his first shot until I got out of the field of zombies.
Smart, really.
If you think about it. If he were to pop me amongst the lot. I would've been difficult to get to. He'd have to waste more bullets hammering the zombies away just to get at my supplies-bloated corpse. Too much effort for what could possibly be a slack result. Too bad he hadn't hit me that first time. I didn't hear the shot at first, I only heard the impact of it a short distance away from me, enough that I kind of shrugged it off as just a noise.
When I had been shot at closer to the pond moments after, the shots sounded really close. Had he ran up to me? Or had I been walking towards him the entire time?
So, thinking on that, I decided to do a bit of a recap on this map.
1. Where I had heard the impact of the first shot.
A. Approximate location of the gunman. He must have come from the town in the northeast.
2. Where I had stopped to look around and drink.
B. The location of where the gunman must have moved to.
3. Where I had been when the first 5 shots were made.
So, just thinking back on my actions I think I may have caught his attention with the rounds I fired off inside of Pogorevka. But with that in mind, he could have easily spotted me in the town and moved out to anticipate. Or come from the town up north. I don't know, all I know it was a pretty frightening experience.
With that out of my mind I decided to continue north and hope I might actually get something out of this little adventure of mine. I was now down to half of my blood count and my ammunition was dangerously low. I had 3 rounds left for my shotgun, my M1911 empty. I needed a new weapon and soon.
I headed North-east, passed through a town and a countryside house, and spotted what had looked like some sort of radio or satellite tower ahead of me. Upon heading towards it I had came across a pig. I shot it, gutted it and continued on. I mean, more food the better right? The tower ahead was a part of the town Stary Sobor I soon discovered, and conveniently enough, the area I entered the town through had a supermarket right there in front of me. I began to crawl being mindful of the zombies ahead and made my way to it. Unfortunately, the supermarket had little to nothing, however I was able to come out of it with a better backpack.
An Alice pack, apparently. Despite being much smaller than the former Czech one, it had more carrying capacity. Which is win-win if you ask me. I'd make much less of a lump in the ground were I trying to hide. I proceeded through the town though, I really needed supplies at this point. It turned out I was being a bit too desperate, or reckless even. I ended up catching the attention of a group of zombies, wasted the last of my shotgun shells and took a hefty beating by the lot. I remembered I had a hatchet in my inventory and dropped the shotgun for it.
A couple swings later the fuckers were dead, but I had lost a considerable amount of health during the scrap, I was also starting to bleed everywhere. I patched myself up right quick and decided to take things more slowly now. I was down to 4800 for my blood count, recovering that would either be a slow, tedious process. Or a gamble with a complete stranger. I started to navigate through the rest of the town until I had noticed a rather sizely structure ahead. It looked as if it were falling apart, but it looked accessible, which usually meant shit would be inside of it. There was also another structure to the left of it as well, I figured I'd take a looksie through it before going into the other.
After a brief search, I came out with yet another Winchester Lever Action and 45 rounds for it. But as I had taken my time inside that building, zombies had began to approach. I started picking one off after another thanks to the ammunition to spare, and proceeded to the tin building. There was nothing inside, but a ladder lead up to the walkways overhead. If I could get anything out of this place, it would be a chance to look around and plan my next move.
At first, I scanned over the town to see if I had any 'freinds' searching through the town as I had, so far nothing. And looking the other way, I had come across quite the beautiful sight.
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| A Military Camp. |
This is something quite sought after. I went down the outside ladder of the building and zipped on over. The Lever Action rifle made short work of the military zombies surrounding the area and I went to work scrounging through each tent and shelter. I came across an 870 with a flashlight, and M16 with an M203, an M1024 semi automatic shotgun, A glock 17 with a flashlight. Multiple magazines and some minor medical supplies. I was in heaven! While there were a lot of guns, there were only a few I could take. I left with the Glock, M16 and the M1024, which stashed neatly in my new backpack. Loaded up and feeling much more confident about myself I headed right out again. I headed along to the edge of the town where a small body of water was.
Along the way to, I gave the weapon a test run, shooting zombies at a distance. Most of the shots were pretty much instant kills on the thing, but not always. I didn't really like that too much, but this thing was certainly better than anything I had prior to this. I refilled up, checked out the house next to it and had come across an Enfield rifle. Now, I've heard that they're loud, but these things reach out as far as can be, and are the next best thing to a sniper rifle without a scope. I dropped the m16 for it and was able to walk out with a couple clips for it as well. I think it was worth it. Besides, if things got real clammed up later on, I do have a Glock on me with a high capacity.
This was the point in which I decided to head back to the coast Chernarus. I was satisfied with the loot I had gathered and probably would have an easier time finding a new survivor that would be willing to help me out with my low blood count problem. Having found a compass a good while ago, I used that to orient myself in the right direction and spent a good long while running through bush and field alike to get where I wanted to be.
As I crested a hilltop, I noticed what seemed to be a stone tower on a large hill ahead of me. Turned out to be an old keep of some sort. I passed through a small town to get to it, popping a few zombie skulls in the process and headed right on up. There were two shamblers in the area I simply ignored, and helped myself into the keep itself. It had a good deal of loot inside, another Enfield rifle and a Makarov in the upper floors and some rather useless supplies. I was intending on using the tower as a means to scan the area ahead of me anyway, so the effort wasn't that wasted in the end.
This is where things got real unfortunate in an interesting way. I hung around up there for a while, and as I came downstairs I noticed another survivor huddled up in the entrance floor! I wasn't sure what to do at this point, I had my rifle trained on him and called out. "Hey, I'm coming down the stairs, don't shoot."
Knowing my track record, although short, asking someone not to shoot would've been a real stupid thing to say, but I had my weapon trained on him. If he decided to try anything he'd get a .303 through the chest. He responded quite promptly and lowered his weapon, asking if I needed any food supplies. After a brief chat, he actually thanked me for not shooting him. It turns out he had a similar experience earlier on going through Stary Sobor. Apparently the place was chock-full of bandits at some point, and I had just come out of there with a great stash of weaponry.
This would be a good opportunity to make a friend and get healed up I thought. I asked him if he'd be willing to transfer blood if I provided, and he complied. But here is where things got real unfortunate. It turns out that main floor of that castle is where zombies spawn, or something. I don't understand how the game works but A zombie spawned right in front of me. I shot it, and it died, but one spawned right after and gave me a couple smacks, which were enough to knock my guy unconscious, and then simply kill him.
The other survivor tried to help, but it was way too late at this point.
So, it turns out this survivors story ends then, having made it through 3 days of dodging zombies and gunmen alike, but got killed by the simple coincidence of being at the wrong place at the right time. Whoever that other survivor is would be getting quite the stash of supplies in the end, and I'm happy for that. The guy didn't come off as a bag of dicks and the willingness to help was real refreshing to see after what I had been through. I just hope what I left would give him a few more days at least
Anyway. That's the conclusion for this characters chapter. I'll be starting up a new one soon enough! Hope you enjoyed this first one guys, there are many more to come yet.
Along the way to, I gave the weapon a test run, shooting zombies at a distance. Most of the shots were pretty much instant kills on the thing, but not always. I didn't really like that too much, but this thing was certainly better than anything I had prior to this. I refilled up, checked out the house next to it and had come across an Enfield rifle. Now, I've heard that they're loud, but these things reach out as far as can be, and are the next best thing to a sniper rifle without a scope. I dropped the m16 for it and was able to walk out with a couple clips for it as well. I think it was worth it. Besides, if things got real clammed up later on, I do have a Glock on me with a high capacity.
This was the point in which I decided to head back to the coast Chernarus. I was satisfied with the loot I had gathered and probably would have an easier time finding a new survivor that would be willing to help me out with my low blood count problem. Having found a compass a good while ago, I used that to orient myself in the right direction and spent a good long while running through bush and field alike to get where I wanted to be.
As I crested a hilltop, I noticed what seemed to be a stone tower on a large hill ahead of me. Turned out to be an old keep of some sort. I passed through a small town to get to it, popping a few zombie skulls in the process and headed right on up. There were two shamblers in the area I simply ignored, and helped myself into the keep itself. It had a good deal of loot inside, another Enfield rifle and a Makarov in the upper floors and some rather useless supplies. I was intending on using the tower as a means to scan the area ahead of me anyway, so the effort wasn't that wasted in the end.
This is where things got real unfortunate in an interesting way. I hung around up there for a while, and as I came downstairs I noticed another survivor huddled up in the entrance floor! I wasn't sure what to do at this point, I had my rifle trained on him and called out. "Hey, I'm coming down the stairs, don't shoot."
Knowing my track record, although short, asking someone not to shoot would've been a real stupid thing to say, but I had my weapon trained on him. If he decided to try anything he'd get a .303 through the chest. He responded quite promptly and lowered his weapon, asking if I needed any food supplies. After a brief chat, he actually thanked me for not shooting him. It turns out he had a similar experience earlier on going through Stary Sobor. Apparently the place was chock-full of bandits at some point, and I had just come out of there with a great stash of weaponry.
This would be a good opportunity to make a friend and get healed up I thought. I asked him if he'd be willing to transfer blood if I provided, and he complied. But here is where things got real unfortunate. It turns out that main floor of that castle is where zombies spawn, or something. I don't understand how the game works but A zombie spawned right in front of me. I shot it, and it died, but one spawned right after and gave me a couple smacks, which were enough to knock my guy unconscious, and then simply kill him.
The other survivor tried to help, but it was way too late at this point.
So, it turns out this survivors story ends then, having made it through 3 days of dodging zombies and gunmen alike, but got killed by the simple coincidence of being at the wrong place at the right time. Whoever that other survivor is would be getting quite the stash of supplies in the end, and I'm happy for that. The guy didn't come off as a bag of dicks and the willingness to help was real refreshing to see after what I had been through. I just hope what I left would give him a few more days at least
Anyway. That's the conclusion for this characters chapter. I'll be starting up a new one soon enough! Hope you enjoyed this first one guys, there are many more to come yet.
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