Dear Diary,
All in all my re-introduction into the world after the Zombie Appcolypse was not as bad as it could have been - sure I had nothing but a bandage and painkillers, but the area was quiet, and I was able to connect with some helpful survivors on the radio (team speak
).
I found my location on the coast fairly quickly and made the call to head to Balota Aistrip - it was an easy walk and the night must have slowed down the Zeds, as any I saw were easily avoided.
Moving first to the radio tower, I was rewarded with a an AK, M1911, ammo for both and some food and drink.
I decided to vacate and not push my luck, and headed up the coast away from Cherno to investigate a large warehouse complex....coming up to the lobby, I heard the tell tale drone of flies.....sure enough there on the floor was the body of survivor...a quick check showed the guy had nothing on him but some beans and a coke - must have been a fairly new start for this guy - I was unable to determine how he died.
Moving upstairs I was scavaging around when I happened to see movement outside and a survivor heading for the lobby of the building I was in - I pulled my pistol, and started creeping down the stairs....A survivor was standing at a pile of tin cans..I lined up my pistol on his head and slowly circled....he spotted me and went still "I have nothing!" he cried.
We managed to strike up an uneasy aliance, I showed him how to use an axe as weapon, and was about to move on to rendezvous with a mate when my kinder nature asserted it self - I offered to escort him to the airfield so he could arm up.
He readily agreed and still being night set off at a cracking pace arriving at the airfield radio tower in no time - he managed to pick up an AK and a side arm plus various bits and pieces.
He had eaten the last of his food and asked if I had any spare, sadly I did not - a single can of franks and beans was all I had, so I said good bye and headed down the stairs to finally get to my meeting point.
Halfway down the stairs I was ripped apart with sustained fire from his AK.
Back on the coast again.
Close to Cherno so I figured what the hell - midnight run!
On my way I found a body that had a pistol and plenty of ammo, so felt a little better as i mived into the hospital and army tents area of Cherno.
Stocked up well on meds, I moved toward the ammo tents - in the second, two guys crouching looking through the piles on the floor.
I couldnt see any weapons, but lined my pistol up any way - the guy on the left stood, turned and saw me - he started to run toward me.
3 Shots and he was down.
The second guy backed off into a corner "friendly! friendly!"
'Been down that road' I thought to myself...and shot him 4 times.
I dont know why the guy ran at me - maybe he freaked out, maybe he forgot to press walk, who knows - but after my recent experience I didnt think, I just shot.
After my hands stopped shaking (and they were - such was the intensity of the shock I had - both from him launching at me, and me taking down two other survivors) I checked the bodies.
Neither had anything on them other than what they had got from these tents - not a weapon other than an axe between them.
So - first day in running solo and I died to a guy I tried helped, and murdered two guys who were only just starting out and were no threat to me.
I left the bodies as they were, all their gear intact.
maybe if they make it back and the bodies have not been looted by others, they will understand it as the appology it was.
More likely they will simply assume they were killed just for fun.
Leaving the tents, I head toward the meeting point, reflecting on how this experience has taught me that what is found so easily in others, lurks just beneath the surface of my own skin.
