Day 0: Died and spawned several times trying to get used to the mechanics. Zombies are ridiculously fast. I’m not a good enough shot to hit them after they’ve been alerted. The solution? Stay down and pray they don’t hear you.
Day 1: Cleared out the kinks, still can’t kill a mob on my own, but I’ve got much better survivability than I had yesterday. Scavenging for food and water have become my major priorities. It’d be nice to find something better than this garbage Markov pistol…
Day 2: Met up with some fellow survivors. They haven’t tried to kill me yet. Looted part of an old castle ruin. The rest was barred by barbed wire. With no wire clippers, we were forced to move on. Night fell, and we continued to scavenge. One of our group spotted another survivor looting a barn nearby. Poor bastard never had a chance.
Day 3: On my own again, abandoned by those I trusted, I made my way further north. I picked up a rifle on the way north. It shoots straight enough, but the noise got me into trouble more than once. Although, it did help to put down around 15 walkers that were chasing me. Definitely took a few hits there, felt light headed afterward.
Day 4: Still felt near passing out, I needed blood. I set out, slowly, for the hospital in Chernogorsk. Hoped to get a transfusion.
Day 5: After blacking out, it seemed as though I’d gone on a spirit quest. I awoke in a daze far West of Cherno. With little hesitation, I weakly set out again for the hospital, taking care to stay in the tree line away from any walkers or other prying eyes.
Day 6: Arrived at Cherno, and scaled the first hospital. The roof had some great surprises in store for me. Not only did I find the blood I so needed, a new silenced MP5. No ammo for it though. Feeling strong again, I sought to leave the city and it’s dense population of the dead. I headed North East again in search of food, water and ammunition for my new found friend.
Day 7: I set upon looting anything I could find; an airport, deer stands, markets, anything. Still no ammunition to be found. Later in the day, I received radio contact from a friendly near Gorka. I investigated and found two comrades. They were both ill equipped, and we decided to risk the trip South to Chernogorsk.
Day 8: Alone again, my comrades were lost in the night. I had no time to bury the bodies, running for my life. I hope they find peace, resting in the bellies of our enemies. With no other desire but to die by my own hand, I wished to look upon the ocean once more, and headed again for Cherno.
Day 9: Radio contact from friendlies once again! Things were looking up. I continued my journey South, excited by companionship. I met with him during the night, and we set toward the air field West of Cherno. Our journey was short lived, we came across a bandit running for his life from a single walker. I murdered him in cold blood as he ran by, and the zombie too. While we were searching his broken corpse, another bandit came upon us. Trailing him were over twenty undead. I took a shotgun blast to the leg. broken and unable to walk, my partner and I became a fest for our undead foe…