Escape from Elektrozavodsk
On the island of Chernarus there are
few better spawning locations than Elektro or Cherno for fast
tracking yourself away from the cost line. The high probability of
weapons, food, drinks, and gear makes it an ideal place to get all
your pre adventure gear. But your stay at any one of the big cities
in Chernarus may be short lived because with the fantastic loot comes
people who are more often hostile then friendly. So time is working
against you, if you are fortunate enough to spawn at one of these
locations you need to get in, get your supplies, and head for the
hills. And that is exactly what I did.
The respawn was as just like any other.
I woke up daised and confused on the docks of Elektrozovodsk. To the
west the sun was beginning to set and I realized that in a few hours
it might become too dark to see...I had a lot of work to do, and a
short amount of time to do it. I needed a few key items
- A weapon
- Food and Drink
- Medical Supplies
- A bigger bag
Sprinting to the main part of the city
is always my favorite part, by the end of it you have an entourage of
infected following you, but they are not really a problem as long as
you keep moving and weave though/around a few buildings...silly
zombies...tricks are for kids. My first target was the west fire
station. Hoping to score big, I stumbled in the front entrance with
only 3 infected on my tail. I was met with the sight of several dead
bodies near the stair case both human and infected. Someone had been
here before me...well several people had been here before me but 3 of
them had not been so lucky.
When you see a dead person or dead
infected, questions start popping in your head. Questions like: how
did this person die? Where is the person that shot them? And is this
place safe? Every fiber of your being is telling you to run. My eyes
darted all over the fire station, I saw a Lee Enfield rifle still
being held by a dead Ex-survivor. I grabbed it and wasted no time, I
was out of there.
The Lee Enfield is one hell of a gun,
it uses a massive .303 round that will kill any infected or player in
one shot. On the down side, it serves as a beacon to every zombie in
a considerable area when fired. The noise it produces alerts
everything to your exact position. You never fire just once with the
Enfield, you often find your self fighting waves of infected off
afterward.
The Turning Point
I had escaped the fire station and had
looped around the city making my way north past the hospital heading
to the grocery store. The goal was to find food and drinks before
heading further north. As always I was in full sprint with a few of
my flesh hungry buddies in pursuit when I turned the corner into the
store and found 2 well armed humans standing over the body of a
not-so-fortunate survivor. These two survivors were decked out more
then the average survivor. Both had AKMs and ALICE packs, but what
exactly happened here? Did these guys kill this person? Did they just
stumble upon the body and are actually friendly? Too many questions
and not enough answers and certainly not enough time. There are a
few rules to live by in Chernarus, and one of them is always shoot
first if given the chance. I pulled up my rifle and fired at the
first guy hitting him square in the chest. His body crumpled to the
ground discharging several rounds from his AKM in the process. As he
was falling to the ground I re aimed my sights on the second survivor
who was still inspecting the dead body. I fired again hitting this
guy in the head. He fell backwards, blood clearly gushing from his
freshly sustained wound. A quick scan of the surrounding area
allowed me to determine that these two appeared to be working alone,
but the supermarket was still a high threat area. Infected were
closing in from all sides because of the Enfield's superior sound
profile and other players in the area might have been attracted to
the noise of gun fire. I ran to one of the downed survivors
stripping anything of value off of him AKM with 4 mags...I need
that, M1911...yes please, ALICE pack...It would be rude to say no,
and a full tool belt...hell yeah.
After the short transaction I bolted
out the back of the supermarket heading north leaving Elektrozavodsk
for hopefully a long, long time.
This is how my story begins.
This is how my story begins.
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