Re: Readers lives

Posted by Mr. 'funny' on Sep 28, 2012; 11:02am
URL: http://kodabar-dayz-daizy-single-player-forum.163.s1.nabble.com/Readers-lives-tp2p24.html

Memoirs of a Survivor

Driving down a desolate free-way with nothing to do but burn gas, I spotted a yellow Ural parked next to an abandoned warehouse. Investigating the truck yielded no fortune. It was beyond immediate repair and needed fuel. Grabbing a few spare parts from my UAZ I repaired a couple wheels and not before long I was heading north on the highway again.

Making camp just off the highway in the woods for the night, I enjoyed a bland steak and Coke-a-cola while listening to the faint hum of a helicopter patrolling the night sky.

I climbed out of my tent just a little after dawn and began my road trip to the coast. The plan was to collect and gather as many spare parts for vehicles so I could get that Ural I found up and running. Everything went smoothly, until I entered Cherno.

I was almost sure that bandits had some time of safehouse in the factory district so I took back-roads through the woods until I ended up on the east end of town. Turning off the main road and into the woods, I speed up to clear the upcoming railway. I must have hit it too fast and on an angle because next thing I knew I was hanging upside down with broken glass in my face. Climbing out of the wreckage, I surveyed my surroundings. Several zombies could be seen wondering in a nearby field and were slowly limping in my direction.

Darting into the bushes, I considered my options. I was miles from my camp. My second option was to forego my Ural repairs and use the parts I had found on a closer vehicle. Walking back was out of the question. I had plenty of daylight to find a car, get it working, and get back to camp.

That's when it happened. I thought I was in the clear to run, but those zeds got some hearing. One chased me through the woods for a minute or two before I took a stand and drew my pistol. Bad idea. He made solid contact with my face and rendered me unconscious. Bleeding out on the ground, the bastard began gnawing on my leg, chewing to the bone. Struggling to my feet, I finally managed to draw my pistol and fired. With no time to waste I bandaged my wounds and began crawling my ass back to my useless UAZ hoping that I had left some morphine in the trunk. Nothing was to be found.

Encroaching zeds continued their sombre trudge towards me as I propped myself against the UAZ and reloaded my pistol. Only three rounds left.  

God have mercy.