Took me over an hour but finally got onto a sever tonight, and the Zs are out in force in v1.5.7!
After the update your last location is lost. Checking my map (all your equipment remains from the old version) and looking at some local landmarks I determined that I was on the far south-west coast. I saw that there was a town close to me along the coast but didn't want to risk getting dispatched by a frightened new survivor. I decided to make my way through the woods to the North to a quaint little town called Pavlovo.
I easily gathered supplies for my journey, beans and pop (the fuel for a true survivor), and set my next goal. Zelenogorsk.
On the way I found a barn which was surrounded by about 15 Zs. Taking aim with my trusty Lee Enfield, I took my first shot at the closest of the undead, splitting his skull in half. I quickly reloaded and took out the next Zed who hadn't noticed his dead, now truly dead buddy, drop like a sack of spuds. Then the next dropped and the next, as the horde got closer and closer the final Zombie fell just a few yards from my feet. I looted the barn and gathered some more ammo for my revolver.
Moving onto the next set of buildings further North I found another group of Zs and used the same tactic as before but this time they came out of nowhere. I used all the rounds I had gathered for my Lee Enfield and resorted to my revolver. By the time I had dispatched the final zombie I had lost lots of blood and used all my pain killers. My hands were shaking and I could hardly aim at all.
Finally making it to Zelenogorsk I found a supermarket on the outskirts of town. This was it, the mother load! I couldn't use the same tactic as before. This called for a far ballsier, some would say crazy, some moronic, but I'd say heroic dash across the car park revolver in hand. I ran right up to the first zombie, putting a fair sized piece of lead into his face. I ran towards the supermarket, the moans and blood-curdling screams of the undead behind me.
I made it, I got through the doors of the supermarket and closed them soundly behind me.
But this wouldn't stop them.
The Zombies proceeded to smash and tear their way through the doors. I picked up a 12 gauge from the floor and started to knock them down, one by one. More Zs came, and more fell. I desperately tried to pick up ammo from around the store, trying to reload as quickly as possible. It was a massacre.
More zombies were on the way. I couldn't keep this up; my aim was off and I was in a bad state. Low on ammo and energy. I went out the back, grabbed some cans of food, shoved what I could into my mouth, and sneaked out the back doors. I wasn't noticed and managed to move further into town. I needed ammo. I needed ammo to survive. I saw a house to search, but while stepping through the door I was noticed by a flesh-hungry Zombie. I shot him with the 12 gauge.
He had friends, more friends then I had ammo. I shot them as they tore through the doorway clambering over each other to get to my bloodied face and torso. I ran out of shells and quickly grabed my revolver. Putting round after round into the Zeds as they came through the door. When the last one dropped I checked my ammo. None in my pockets. None in my rucksack. I had just three. Just three bullets.
I sneaked out of town, taking out two more Zombies that made a run for me but was otherwise unnoticed, making it to the nearest woods to the East to gather my thoughts. There were zombies everywhere.
How could I get to a building to find some much needed ammo without being torn to shreds? I thought of a distraction and from behind a tree I threw a road flare. It burned bright as it flew and landed a good 40 feet away from me. This distracted the Zombies long enough to check a barn.
A jerry can. What the @&*£ am I going to do with a jerry can?!
I stealthily made my way out the back doors and into the woods to re-assess my situation.
One round left in my revolver. One round, one round isn't going to be enough for zombies......for zombies. I checked my map. I could make it unnoticed to the bandit haven of the Northern airfield. I will wait, hidden, watching the ways out of the airfield for a lone bandit and put my last bullet in the back of his skull, taking his belongings...... To be continued.