Dear diary...
Last night I died three times.
First time I was doing a loop scavenging deer stands. I was at the ladder to one when I heard a crack and dropped to the ground, bleeding out. Didn't have much gear and the bandit was at least kind enough to come a finish me off instead of leaving me to bleed slowly before I could respawn.
Second time. I respawned south of where I died and consciously decided to avoid the place of my death, but somehow found myself back there again. Figured I may as well check my corpse and the deer stand, after all I had called out the bandit's location last time and they wouldn't have stuck around, right? But there they were, five of them ahead of me in the forest. I hit the dirt but they had seen me. Bullets started kicking up dirt and they were approaching slowly. Staying in place was suicidal, so I jumped up and ran, zig-zagging madly. There were plenty of shots and bullets whizzing through the air around me, but they only clipped me with one shot. I was bleeding, but not terribly. I left the forest and ran across a field toward some trees. I ducked quickly behind a low one without even looking back, and quickly bandaged myself, then lay under the tree. Sure enough, like a pack of animals with the scent of blood in their nostrils, the were out for the kill. I waited quietly, Makarov in hand. They approached and drew level with the tree I was under. I did not think I would escape notice, so I opened fire, hitting one who then dove for cover and out of my line of sight. He friend joined me under the tree shortly later. I got a couple of shots off before *click* *click* *click*. "Damn." I said, into the muzzle of his barrel.
If I'd had a whinny I reckon I would have taken at least two of the pricks...
Third time. I was with four friends. We had worked our way all the way across the map and were approaching the airfield in the NW corner of the map. We were still hitting deer huts as we went, and we had just found one. I was in front and moved in to mop up the four or five zombies there. I shot one and the others all pricked up their ears and came running. I moved back into the tree line where the rest of the lads were waiting to cut the zeds down. I moved right out of the line of fire and they opened up. *Bam* *Kapow* *Pap* *Pap* *Pow* *Bam*
And I dropped like a sack, dead before I hit the floor. Everyone went very quiet on Teamspeak. "Well guys.' I said, 'Either there's a bandit with eyes on us, or one of you have just taken a humanity hit..."
"Err, looks like I owe you a beer." said
friend Daffy.
On the flip side a server glitched spawned me only about 500m away with all my gear.
