Well, after only playing the game for about a day, I've now experienced the unique depression that comes with getting a crap-load of decent stuff for the first time, and then only losing it all to a couple of zeds chasing me down. Here's my story:
Having no idea about the layout of the map (Kinda newby), I started at the coastline near Skalisty Island, and headed north along the coast (Under cover, of course) until I hit a big city or town. My destination was either Elektro or Cherno, which just goes to show how little I know of the area.
Anyways, I reached a town, don't know which, and started looking in buildings. Found myself a makarov and a basic sniper rifle, and continued north. Reached Berezino and started looking in a group of three apartment buildings. I had hit the paydirt: I found a map, compass, all the crap I needed to cook meat, plenty of food, drink, a new backpack and a refillable canteen. Splendid. What I didn't find though, was a better weapon. So with my new map and compass, I hatched a plan:
I was going to go to the deer stand west of the southern point of Berezino and get myself a better weapon, then make my way to Cherno and do... something. But I hit a snag: A guide I had found in the internet said that deer stands only had two of three zeds around them, no match for my rifle. However, this particular one was A) A foetid son-of-a-bitch to find, and B) surrounded by no less than ten military zombies. I didn't know the second fact until shooting a zed from what I thought was a safe, long distance.
Essentially what transpired after firing that shot was a lot of running, shooting, running out of ammo, self-crapping, tears, and prayers to any deity that may be listening at that time. So with maybe four zeds in tow I thought sod it and ran to the deer stand, hoping to eliminate my pursuers with whatever hardware I found. I was not disappointed. I found an M14 with ammo, and an AK47 without. Dispatched two of my assailants with the M14, ran out of ammo (I kinda panicked) and got severely mauled by the third to climb the ladder, which I finished off with my hatchet. With about 4000 blood remaining, I patched myself up and thanked god that the fourth zed was obviously reluctant to climb that ladder. Yet another of my famous plans was forming.
The idea was to shake this last zombie by climbing a steep hill (Which has saved my life many times) and then get to the hospital in Berezino to find some aid. So I jumped down, started running, discovered that there were
two zeds following me, got hit whilst running into a rock when I was looking behind me (First law of any movie pursuit: Looking at your assailants during a chase guarantees an inconvenient rock placing itself in your path/underfoot), fell unconscious, and emitted a real-life faint, girly "Nooooo" which caused my wife to give me a funny look.
Then I respawned and swam into the sea in shame.
Edit: whoops, sorry for the novel
