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    There I was. I'd just woken up a few days earlier. I had minimal supplies and was collecting materials to build a defense against the zombies that kept threatening me almost constantly. I had dealt with occasional roaming hordes of maybe 15 z's each time. On this day I was in the forest. The trees provided me cover though they also limited my own sight lines.

    I kept beating on those rocks for what felt like hours. Those stone tools just didn't work all that efficiently. I had almost been lulled into complacency as I hadn't seen anything for most of the day. It was day 6 and rumors had it that a massive horde was a day away. I needed those materials. I moved around the boulder that I was breaking down as I hit it and suddenly there they were.

    There are many enemies to worry about in this apocalypse. There's wild boar. There's wolves. HELL, THERE'S A LONG THOUGHT EXTINCT SPECIES OF WOLF OUT THERE. The dire wolf is one of the toughest enemies to deal with. Then there's the bears. Their size makes them hard to kill with basic arrows. There are zombie dogs. I ain't Milla Jovovich so they are tough. Now you may be thinking that there cannot possibly be something worse that all that...then there's zombie bears.

    I barely had the ability to handle the basic enemies. The horde was going to be tough. Complacency isn't a good thing. A dog horde came through just off of my position. I could feel my heart just freeze in place hoping that they didn't see me. It wasn't the dogs. It was the zombie bear that was among them. The dogs could be killed with a hit to the head. The zombie bear would shrug that off and eat your face for breakfast.

    I was worried that the little horde that I had crossed paths with would see me. Luckily I watched as they ran past none the wiser that I was in the area. It was the narrowest escape I'd experienced and it was one that could only have happened if I went unnoticed.

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    At first I was afraid, I was petrified
    Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side
    But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong
    And I grew strong
    And I learned how to get along
    And so you're back
    From outer space
    I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face
    I should have changed that stupid lock, I should have made you leave your key
    If I'd known for just one second you'd be back to bother me
    Go on now, go, walk out the door
    Just turn around now
    'Cause you're not welcome anymore
    Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
    Do you think I'd crumble
    Did you think I'd lay down and die?
    Oh no, not I, I will survive
    Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive
    I've got all my life to live
    And I've got all my love to give and I'll survive
    I will survive, hey, hey
    It took all the strength I had not to fall apart
    Kept trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart
    And I spent oh-so many nights just feeling sorry for myself
    I used to cry
    But now I hold my head up high and you see me
    Somebody new
    I'm not that chained-up little person and still in love with you
    And so you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free
    Well, now I'm saving all my lovin' for someone who's loving me
    Go on now, go, walk out the door
    Just turn around now
    'Cause you're not welcome anymore
    Weren't you the one who tried to break me with goodbye
    Do you think I'd crumble
    Did you think I'd lay down and die?
    Oh no, not I, I will survive
    Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive
    I've got all my life to live
    And I've got all my love to give and I'll survive
    I will survive
    Oh
    Go on now, go, walk out the door
    Just turn around now
    'Cause you're not welcome anymore
    Weren't you the one who tried to break me with goodbye
    Do you think I'd crumble
    Did you think I'd lay down and die?
    Oh no, not I, I will survive
    Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive
    I've got all my life to live
    And I've got all my love to give and I'll survive
    I will survive
    I will survive

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    I'm whacking away at a blank sealed crate with my stone axe and I hit it one too many times so I hit the barrel it has just revealed and explode and die.

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    I was hiding in a barrel but someone came knocking on it and it all ended in a big white light.

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    Day 7.

    Me and two buddies realized that there was no way we'd make it back to our base and have time to fortify it for the upcoming horde night.
    (We had too much fun exploring tons of POIs / POI dungeons and doing quests )

    After a quick chat and worries of losing a few wooden chests full of goodies in our base, we needed to come up with plan B.

    We decided to finish up clearing and looting the construction site POI (yeah, the one with the mine-infested crane) and we made a small platform on the top floor to fight on if the zombies were smart enough to make it up there.

    The in-game clock hits 2200. We wait an hour or so. No zombies have made their way up yet.

    We zoom around the perimeter with our bows, and see a big bunch of zombies doing circles on the trailer on ground level. We then proceed to shoot most of our arrows to weaken the horde.

    We decide to save the rest if some of them manage to climb up somehow. I'm trying to convince myself that surely a day 7 horde cannot bring the construction site down.

    Very soon I realize that I was as wrong as my friend was a couple of in-game days before about the bear den having no bears.

    Random blocks start falling off the top floor. We try to get away from the falling pieces. Friend #2 falls into the abyss along with a disintegrating piece of the floor he was standing on. Man down.

    Me and friend #1 fall onto the next floor which was somehow still partially standing. My friend is floating mid-air on a bugged block, and decides to make a run for it. He manages to get onto the ground floor, but suffers a sprained leg and is soon caught by a zombie dog and a bunch of the horde. Another casualty.

    At this point, I'm standing almost unscathed on a metal beam which somehow is still intact, with a huge pile of rubble about 10-20 blocks beneath me. Most, if not all of the horde went after friend #1 who tried to make a run for it. I see the horde running back to me and I try to make my way to a more stable looking spot of the partially collapsed construction site.

    I have to destroy one block of rubble which is preventing me from maneuvering into assumed safety. I take the block out, and the structural integrity of the barely standing POI is instantly compromised and I fall to my doom. Broken leg, fall damage, bleeding out, no bandages. Died before the zombies got to me.

    Horde 1 - Players 0.

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    A17 RP. After all the play throughs Iíve decided to write some fan fiction. This is not verbatim play through. Just a sort of synthesis of my times playing.

    Story begins:

    Suns light, my eyes are overtaken. I see my hands but itís all a blur. Not just the Sun in my eyes, my mind cannot remember. What was I doing? Where the ♥♥♥♥ am I now?

    These thoughts are quickly overcome; must find shelter, must survive.

    The Sun starts to lift from my eyes. Shelter. Food. Survival. I trained for all of this. I learned how to survive at all costs. My family didnít care for the weak or the lazy type of folk.

    I look around to see where I am.

    There is a dead body right next to me! Someone to eventually rescue me! What the ♥♥♥♥ is going on!

    Calm. Calm the ♥♥♥♥ down. Get a hold of yourself. You will remember soon enough.

    Ok. Ok! I got this. Wait...why am I in my underwear?! Alright...Never mind for now. My bottom feels fine and thatís a huge relief

    There are some plants I recognize. I know how to weave these into very basic clothing. A summer on the Canadian shield is finally paying off.

    I grab up some fiber and get the makeshift clothes going. As I finish up making moccasins I realize, I have a backpack near by! Wait... this is my old pack but from where... what was I doing before all this?!

    I rip open the zipper only find a bottle of water. And some chili. Chili? I really donít need the runs right now.

    Underneath a handkerchief I find half a bottle of... tiki torch fuel? Hmmm torch. I grab some fiber, tie it off with the cloth on this nice oak stick laying near by.

    Ok fire, how do I light this torch? I realize in my haste that I missed the quick light stick hanging off my pack. If it gets dark I have a light and some warmth even if just briefly.

    I need to gather some wood and make a camp fire. Itís almost mid day. Walking along, I find some sticks and branches. Suddenly a find a very out of place but very welcome obsidian stone. Where could this have come from? Iím in the middle of a forest??

    I quickly start fashioning it into a primitive stone axe. There was a good, study oak branch close by. These plant fibers arenít the best but I figure I can just keep wrapping them if it starts to weaken. Now for a tree...

    Not far is a nice dead tree, perfect for cutting dry wood. After a little while of chopping Iím getting tired. That can of chili is looking better and better, even if I get the runs.

    TBC

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    Quote Originally Posted by JaxTeller718 View Post
    Day 1

    My fiancee and i woke up on a lonely desert road. A few scattered cars nearby. Quick searching them we found a few supplies, nothing that would ward off those noises i kept hearing coming from the woods behind me. I found a broken tree limb that I was quickly able to fashion into a usable club. We made our way to what looked like a small housing development. She choose a 2 story house to search while I chose the taller 4 story building. Some water, cans of food. This should be enough for tonight. The room began getting very dark, night was approaching. We spent too much time looking for weapons and not enough time trying to find a secure place to lay low for the night. That is when I heard it. One thud. Then another. Soft moans coming from the window outside.

    Monsters...they were surrounding the house my fiancee was in! She was silent though, even though i knew the fear was washing over her. She was being smart. What to do. I found a rock laying nearby and tossed one out the window away from the home. They moved towards it as I dashed out the backdoor. Towards the house. Still one more there! I used all my strength to take it down and she came running out, joining me as we ran down the road exhausted. I looked back for a second and could see at least 20 of those things following.

    The next few moments felt like they happened in slow motion. Upon turning back around I watched in horror as my fiancee fell to the ground, a victim of a deadly bears attack. I tried to grab her belongings but the emotion overwhelmed me and i turned to run......... into the monsters! I was able to let off a few swings. I closed my eyes and prepared for the worst. BANG BANG BANG. Three in succession. The rooftop. Two people, one with a rifle, saved me. I ran back over to my fiancees body, she was barely breathing but still alive. I ripped up some cloth and made a makeshift splint to tie around her leg. Carefully I lifted her and we slowly made our way through the road to the 2 people who had saved us.

    "Good thing we were here" he said. "We have a place close by. We can get you fixed up, watch her for the night and you can have some food. You do not want to be out here at night". He extended his hand and we all walked off towards our saviors camp.

    To this day we fight alongside our new friends, strengthening walls, going on scavenge runs. I cant tell you how many stories we have. But the first one, the first one will always be the one that mattered to me the most. It was the day we saw that humanity was still alive, and hope could still be had...
    I realize this is an old post, but jeeez, I was really getting into this story! LOL

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    I am between jobs after the D7 horde and had taken a job from Trader Joel (nice amicable fella he is). I am chugging along on my spanking shiny new motorbike heading almost 3 klicks out from my 'home area'. Well, I looted dang near everything I saw along the way (TWO small engines and 3 meat stews from two cars!) and about 200 meters from the location to pick up the package, I pulled out my small chest and hammered it up on a wrecked building's wall. I am stuff it full (including wedging the scooter in) when a posse of zees attack me without warning. Raining blows from my iron bound club, I start getting tired. As I switch to the shotgun (oh so few rounds!) I get hit hard by a tourist zee and get stunned and bleeding out. I am unable to reach for the bandage I have. BANG, pumpo the action, BANG! Lather rinse repeat as they used to say. Well as I am down to the last two shells, two zees lurch up from the bloody carnage pile and I hear the dreaded screech of an infected vulture. I wildly back-pedal and raise the gun and back into something. I MISSED that dang chicken and died.
    I still hear the theme song in my head tapering off to a wah- wah of a slide trombone....

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    So this was a long time ago. My uncle and I were looting a building, and of course he was making TONS of noise. He was pretty new, as up until then he'd stayed indoors while I did all the scavving, but I needed help carrying some supplies back from a cache I'd hidden. I was crouched on the roof sorting loot, and he comes running up as I hear a loud resounding BANG of a sniper rifle from road in front of the building.

    I crawl over to my uncle, and sure enough, he's dead. We came unarmed to maximize our carrying capacity, so all I had was an iron pickaxe. I knew the guy would come to loot though, so I got hidden behind a corner near my uncle's body and waited. Sure enough, here he comes running out and opens my uncle's bag. I snuck up behind him and planted 3 quick hits with that pick right to the guys' head. I'd lost my uncle, who never hurt anyone, but I made sure this guy wouldn't be hurting anyone else.

    Plus I got a purple sniper rifle!

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    I don't know what it is with those zombies... They keep evolving, changing, as if someone is controlling them and teaching them how to attack. Crazy thought, I know. It just seems like every few weeks, they learn something new. A few hordes back, all they seemed to know was to walk towards our smell. We'd built a base on stilts with some bars beneath us. Those silly zombies just ran around underneath, not knowing how to get to us. But now, they seem to know the fastest rout. They're zombies, their brains shouldn't be able to learn anything new. Yet, they do... They keep changing attack patterns and when we find new ways to keep them away, they learn new ways to get to us. Really, who's the zombie trainer that knows how to teach these brainless things new tricks? I heard stories of him/her, a member of the group that started this zombie apocalypse. I think it was... The Funny Pimps or something like that. They started this whole epidemic. This small group of evil men and women just watches us get eaten by zombies, laughs when we fall through a fall trap that they set up in the zombie infested buildings, and makes sure that we only get Sham sandwiches when we beg out loud for a meat stew while opening Shamway crates.
    I can't stand this anymore. Today, I'm going to raid the TFP headquarter. Wish me luck!
    Oh look, a land mine! A nice guy I met told me that I could wrench these and pick them up, maybe I could use it when I raid TFP!

    The End
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    I spawned. Nightmare difficulty.

    I died.

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    Back in the day before sleepers, when cities were full of zombies, me and my friend were kinda new to the game and went looting the city in afternoon. Being the dumb aspects of greed we are, we overstayed our welcome and caught a horde few ingame minutes before dusk. Thinking we are masters of the world, we fought them to get some more juicy loot from their corpses. For a while. Then night happened. We almost s*** ourselves.

    We ran into prefab and Horde, growing bigger from all the Zs we met while running around like headless chickens, followed. We broke in and started taking stairs, barricading them behind us with everything we had at hand. Wood frames, parts of sofas, chairs. Scary stuff. When we got to last floor, we broke into one appartment and hide ourselves in bathroom, looking at door, having together one 9mm with one clip and two bows with total of like 10 arrows.

    Fun time. 10/10 would love to be stressed out by this game like this again. Looking foward to return of (un)living cities!

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    This was back in Alpha 13.6. I remember posting a thread about it. It's one of the many survival moments that have stuck to my brain ever since I played this game for the 1st time.

    I was in the middle of a relatively small plains area, surrounded by a medium sized maple forest, complemented with a couple of patches of burnt forests. A week had almost passed as I built my home, protected with some wooden walls I had erected around it. Being the totally awesome, experienced, badass zombie slayer I was, survival wasn't much of a hard task. Every morning I would scavange the outskirts around my base, raid each and every shelter I could find for some food and resources and rid the world of any walking corpses that got in my way, then come back and work on my base during nighttime. Rinse and repeat.

    The problem emerged when I ran out of resources and all the local points of interest had been completely ransacked empty by me. I decided to explore further away to find more things, but that's when I quickly discovered that the whole area was completely surrounded by snow. All around the outskirts of the maple forest were completely frozen, even half the city hub was covered in ice.

    Despite the obvious danger, I had no choice. I gathered my weapons, I made half of the hide armor kit and half cloth armor kit and ventured into the frozen Hell in front of me. Luckily, not that far away was a small infested town in the middle of the snowy forest that could provide me some food, so I decided to hide there overnight and come back home next morning. Bad idea.

    Unexpectedly, the sky went cloudy and a storm was on its way. I was casually looting a house and killing its undead, icy residents when the downpour commenced. Despite the fact that getting soaked wet in a snowy place was obviously inconvenient, I stuck with my plan. When nighttime came, I decided to crash at a nearby police station. I built a couple of campfires to keep myself warm. Needless to say, it wasn't enough.

    A few hours into the night, my hypothermia was about to enter 3rd stage. I was dying of hunger, and I had quite a bit of snowy area to cross before getting home. I had no choice, and I decided to make a run for it. There I am soaking wet, starving and dying of hypothermia in a snow forest during the night, running away and being chased by those putrid bastards. I managed to lose them, just as I had reached stage 3, and couldn't run anymore. I kept walking forward, and I sighted in relief as morning came. Too bad a couple lumberjacks noticed me at the same time.

    I had a spiked club, and to this day I still don't know how I managed to hit and stun one of them, kill the other one, and finish the former one off without dying. They got some good hits on me, and I was bleeding. I had ran out of meds when I finally stepped back into the plains area.

    I decided snow = bad, so I crashed at my place surviving off the land and the gifts brought from the straggling hordes; and after almost dying at horde night too (that's a different tale for another day), I finished off a random crawler I found and looted his corpse. He had a damn puffer coat.

    The end.
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    I have a blog of my adventures at http://atrumorbis.net/category/a-lon...-road-to-ruin/ It's all told in the form or Journal entries.

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