So, I died again. I got careless and did something silly, and sure enough, I got shot.
I respawned at Elektro. It looked relatively peaceful in the only just fading afternoon light. I decided that it might be a good idea to hit up this seaside mecca for noobs and other idiots before heading off elsewhere. As I'm definitely in the 'idiot' camp in this game, I figured that I should make a beeline for the firestation. Surely a man can find himself some automatic weaponry in such a place, right?
Well, by the time I got to the top, I'd come up completely empty. I paused to ponder my situation: unarmed, alone and in a sometimes-busy town. My thoughts were interrupted by the impact of gunfire on the walls around me.
I ran downstairs and out onto the street. I'd pulled a few zombies, but they weren't my most pressing concern right now. No, the three bandits attempting to kill me at very close range were my biggest immediate problem.
They weren't armed with anything amazing. M4s and a shotgun. But in the land of the unarmed, the man with the Makarov is king, right? And as I didn't even have a Mak, well, I was just going to have to improvise.
I was roughly 20 metres from them when they first spotted me on the street. I zigged, I zagged, and I ran at them. As I did so, the zombies that I had pulled had become the problem of my would-be assassins.
The next five minutes or so were somewhat like Dawn of the Dead meets Benny Hill. I ran around them, I dodged, I weaved. I pulled even more zombies. One bandit would pursue me behind a nearby building, but I'd get out of the line of fire fairly quickly, and another few zombies would be added to the fray.
At one point, the chase reversed, and I was chasing one of their guys, despite being armed with nothing more than the direct chat channel and my winning personality.
Within a few minutes, there was enough chaos going on around these bandits and their fifty odd zombie 'friends' that I was able to slip away towards the coast and sprint as far away as Otmel. As I passed the craggy outcrop of rocks at the end of Elektro, I could hear those poor, incompetent bastards opening fire on the zombies in their own fight for survival.
The lesson is that no matter how awesome it is to have friends with you in a fight, there's always a knob with no weapons that can turn an easy kill into a complete and utter mess.
Last edited by Biggus; 26th August 2012 at 03:23 AM.