As we make our way off of Taviana in our C-130J, I look down at the West island airstrip and remember the countless hours of time spent roaming the island trying to quarantine and save as many locals from the infection as possible. Midway through the flight, we hear some radio chatter about heavy storms and dangerous weather.
A short time later, the plane began to violently shake us back and forth, I closed my eyes, clenched to the seat tightly and shortly thereafter blacked out. Coming to; I can only imagine to be a couple hours later, water was splashing in my face and I was being torn down with the plane. I frantically remove my harness, look for any other survivors, nothing. I look for any floating debris that I may be able to rest on until I can calm down and figure out what to do next.
Once the weather had cleared up a little, I can see land in the distance!
I grab hold of my debris and start slowly paddling toward the mass in front of me. Completely clueless as to how far we have come, I am not sure what this place is yet, I need to get closer to find out where I am.
I grab hold of my debris and start slowly paddling toward the mass in front of me. Completely clueless as to how far we have come, I am not sure what this place is yet, I need to get closer to find out where I am.
There I was, stranded, near naked, in a place I had little to no recollection of. Being stationed on Taviana for so long, I barely could remember the layout or landmarks of Chenarus. As I made my way down the coast, I started to remember some of the towns I was passing. It seems as if I have made my way to Elektro.
I have started searching building to building for anything that would help me survive not only the Z’s, but the survivors that are surely in the area. I may try to make friends if I do happen to bump into anyone, I won’t hold my breath as people are more unpredictable than the weather day-to-day.
It begins to rain heavily as I make my way to the Western firehouse, terrified and trembling with fear I slowly make my way around to the back door. Silently, I sit waiting in the corner for any signs of life. Ten minutes go by, it feels like hours, I sit shivering in the corner while a breeze rolls through the lower floor. No sounds, no distant gunfire… Was I the only one here? I wondered.
I have started searching building to building for anything that would help me survive not only the Z’s, but the survivors that are surely in the area. I may try to make friends if I do happen to bump into anyone, I won’t hold my breath as people are more unpredictable than the weather day-to-day.
It begins to rain heavily as I make my way to the Western firehouse, terrified and trembling with fear I slowly make my way around to the back door. Silently, I sit waiting in the corner for any signs of life. Ten minutes go by, it feels like hours, I sit shivering in the corner while a breeze rolls through the lower floor. No sounds, no distant gunfire… Was I the only one here? I wondered.
Part 2
Cautiously, I make my way up to the top of the firehouse. I find a nice hat and some torn up cargo pants, not a big upgrade, but these will help me carry more. I peek out of the windows to try and survey as much of the city as I can, there are about 8 zombies in sight to the West, stationary at this point. May as well head to the pub, maybe I can still grab a pint that has been lying around, take my mind off of things for a bit. Keeping low through the streets, I quickly head into an office building. Keeping my fingers crossed that I can find any food and possibly a drink, as my stomach has been aching for about 2 hours now.
