So last night's adventure...|
Me, Cpt Sense-of-direction (Whizzo) (more on that later) and Urban 'I-can't-ride-a-bicycle' (see video) (Scuz) went out for a little walk about.
Having agreed Ozerko as a meeting point, following an aborted meeting due at Dolina following Pyschokitten's zombie related demise, I set off from Stary and made good time on a daylight server until luck of luck, I found a downed helicopter in the field just west of Mog.
Picking off what zombies I could from range before running into the open, during daylight, by a popular town, I made it to the wreckage only to find I had ran into the mother lode. Picked up some camo clothing and an AS50... what could charitably be described as a man portable cannon. Keeping my ACOG M16 for Scuz, I went on to Ozerko and made a note to come back here later.
I arrived to find out no one else had. Turns out Whizzo managed to find himself Pulkovo instead and despite then looking for the radio mast nearby, he went and stumbled into Zub castle. A good a meeting place as any. Having quickly ran to Kopyto lake to meet with Scuz to gift weapons (and a map) only for him to be told that his presence down in Cherno would no longer be necessary and so he came with me onwards and upwards to meet Whizzo who was getting a bit hungry and thirsty by now.
One successful rendezvous later, one restock of Whizzo's otherwise meagre kit and he, his new AK and his map were ready to head to the last known location of the downed copter.
We arrived to find it still there, still with much, much valuable loot and weaponry. A democratic decision was made to send the bait in first as the Wookie and I peered through our telescopic sights at the wreck. Out of charity, Scuz picked off some of the zombies first so that Whizzo could come away with a rather nice FN FAL assault riffle. Very dapper indeed. But there was more, there was still a silenced Bizon SD, too good to ignore and so Scuz made room in his backpack and went in... only for the zombies to respawn on top of him. Cue Benny Hill music as the chase and gunfire played out.
Eventually, the camouflaged one made it out in one piece and so, discretion being the better part of valour, we ran away having decided upon Novy as a good destination for all our thieving needs.
Slowly we made our way north, the sniper riffle sticking out my back acting as a 10 ft 'come-shoot-me' sign to all and sundry. Barns and farms raided along the road north until just as we had finished one particular barn just to the south of the town, a cry went out that Scuz had seen someone. I saw a fleeting glimpse of someone riding fast enough on open ground to be considered for the Olympics but that didn't stop Scuz trying his luck with his new sniper scope. Emptying most of a clip towards the speeding cyclist, we saw the hits land. 4 in total in the end but he kept going until eventually, inevitably, he died a few feet from the safety of the tree line. With the last round of his last clip. Cyclists beware.
With Whizzo looting his fly covered corpse and Scuz trying to ride without the aid of stabilizers and me trying to stand up without looking like a flag pole, we continued north into Novy, agroing just about every zombie in town on our way to the church. The idea of sneaking in had been replaced by, run in to a building, turn around and shoot any zombies coming in. Novy however offered little other than a zombie littered cycling proficiency test that Scuz unfortunately failed.
A fleeting glimpse of a departing survivor leaving Stary was a prelude to the rather poor offering in the military camp, and with that we called it a night. Still alive. Somehow.
p.s. Group invite sent, Whizzo.
Edited by Cosquae at 09:43:15 07-07-2012