I moved slowly and cautiously, looting building to building. In doing so, I scored a Longhorn pistol/sawed off rifle which went nicely with the 20 or so 7.62 rounds I had been carrying around forever now.
Berenzino is a scary place. I could easily hear frequent gunshots from some not-so-far off skirmish in the Northern part of the city. More than once I found myself diving the ground or dashing into the nearest building, my heart pounding. A sense of impending doom permeated every square block. I was starting to think that maybe this was a bad idea.
I heard doors opening and closing and step outside to see that the other player had already spotted me. He had a shotgun out but he held up one hand. I reciprocated, my own SKS in my hands but aimed at the ground.
"Hello," I shouted to him, "I don't want any trouble, are you friendly?"
"Yes, friendly," he responded. He shouldered his gun and I reciprocated in kind. I slowly walked over.
He was lightly geared with a mish-mash of oddities. A construction helmet, pickaxe, child's backpack. All in all, he looked pretty fresh. I was suspicious, but instincts were telling me he was okay. I've heard the, "I'm a bandit" tone in other's voices before. This guy didn't have it.
"Do you have anything to trade?" I asked him, "I'm looking for empty clips, specifically 1911 mags."
"No, I have... uhhh... let me see," he paused, presumably to open his inventory. This guy was definitely fresh off the boat. I felt relieved, "disinfectant spray, beans, bandages..."
I stopped him, "its okay," I considered my own overflowing inventory, I saw my 9mm handgun, single round chambered that had been taking up way too much space for too long now. I decided to make a friendly gesture and dropped the gun + 19 bullets on the ground for him, "take it," I said.
He was grateful and offered to share some beans, which I declined. I asked him which way he was heading and he said he wasn't sure, he had just got this game. I told him where he was, and that this was a dangerous city. I recommended heading South West. His compass was broken so I used mine and pointed him in the right direction. We wished each other luck and parted ways.
It felt good to have had such a friendly interaction. The guy was genuinely friendly and I found that I really appreciated this having been shot at several times now.
I started to plot my next move when I heard several rapid gun shots coming from the Southwest. "Oh no," I thought.
I dashed behind a wall and a short time later saw two moderately geared (and armed) players heading towards me. They were freely chatting to one another. My heart is pounding again.
My plan was to hide, but I think one of them spotted me in third-person. I shouted back, "BACK OFF, OR I SHOOT!"
I realized I was beside a Piano-House opposite a machine shop. The two players responded with, "are you in the house?" Shit, they hadn't spotted me, "put your hands on your head and lie down on the floor. We are coming in."
My initial reaction was to jump them in the house, but I decided that hiding in the machine shop would be a safer move.
I waited until they were inside before I made a dash and set up position behind a generator.
I was close enough I could hear them talking the entire time, my scope fixed on the doorway.
"We are coming upstairs," clearly, these guys would not have given me much of a choice. I decided that they had most likely killed the friendly noob and were looking to roll me too. I waited.
They discussed for awhile something or another about gear. Eventually, I saw the door open. My heart skipped a beat as they stood single file in front of my cross hairs...
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
I unloaded into them, and while I clearly saw blood spray, neither one of them him the ground. FUCK.
The friend closest to the door took off sprinting at random, he was shouting, "shit shit shit," while the other guy closed the door and hid in the house. I decided to duck and run myself since I had clearly lost the element of surprise. I wasted five bullets but maybe these guys will think twice next time they try to jump what they assume to be an easy mark.
I hop through some gardens and make my way into a house where I am promptly disconnected by the server. I log back into another highly populated server, safe inside the room I was in.
A player begins talking to me, "I know you are in there."
This guy is completely new, he speaks with a gutteral lisp. He walks right up to my door, how the fuck did he spot me?
I am completely cornered, I see his shadow approach. He can easily see me in third person, I try and move around a lot, throw him off.
My heart pounds for what seems like an eternity. This punk opens and closes the door. Laughs. Taunts. All the usual bully shit.
He eventually gets fed up and tries to take a shot. I blast three rounds in his direction, he unloads a double barrel in my direction. We both miss.
I hear him reload and I decide to charge him. A zombie gets in our path and I'm forced to down him. Two rounds left in the SKS, I run around the corner and see his legs. I blast off a round. He dives up a staircase and I hear him fire.
You are dead.
Wtf? I think. How did he shoot me through the stairs?
I guess it doesn't matter.
I feel somewhat relieved, albeit annoyed to go out like this. The action was intense all around and within a half hour I had interacted with four players. I got exactly what I deserved. It was great.
I jump into my next character, my next life.
The mad dash begins, I recognize the spawn... south side, Электрозководск... shit... a dead player in front of me does not give me warm fuzzies.
I check his corpse...
Two 1911 handguns, one 9mm handgun, pistol holster, full size backback, beans, fire axe, and .22 rifle. Score!!!
I hide... the next life has begun, and I want to inflict some pain on a bandit...
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