My (drunk) story. h1z1

I spawn fresh into a server and try to make my way in this zombie infested apocalypse. I don't remember how this all happened, all I know is that I need to try and stay alive. I'm reminded of this every time I come across "something" who used to be "somebody". I walk, seemingly endlessly, until I find what is now an abandoned house or an abandoned town. I sometimes forget the circumstances and am happy at the thought of seeing someone else. Of course these hopes are crushed the second I realize it's no longer a town, as it's more dead than the beings I come across who were once like me.

I check every possible crevice for something that may help me along my journey. There are the obvious spots, like garbage cans and dumpsters, refrigerators, cabinets, dressers and so on; nothing. Throughout the entire town, I find myself puzzled when trying to comprehend the fact that I can seemingly only come across blackberries.

These blackberries keep me alive as much as they can, and thankfully there is an odd amount of them, as without them I'd probably be dead. However, the thought of there being absolutely nothing that is even considerably helpful for me and my journey aside from these blackberries is, at this point, more mind boggling than anything else I could ever imagine.

My journey continues, night after day after night after day; town after town, still nothing. There are times--frequent times--in which I blackout and cannot remember a thing once coming to again, but still I persist, hoping I find my way to something. Every now and again, I come across bad water that has been sitting around for weeks. It helps, but I know the more I take this in, the closer I am to becoming them. Despite that, I drink. At one point, I kept coming across rotten meat. It, during my time, only seemed to happen during my visit through two towns. Every town before and after hasn't been that way. I don't know why that seems as weird as it does, but it is what it is.

I continue on with my journey, unsure of what my end goal really is. For now, all that matters is that I'm alive and not undead. Speaking of undead, those things appear in the most random of places. Sometimes, they come in hordes, and where they come in hordes, it makes sense. Otherwise, I'm not entirely sure why I come across those that were once living in areas where the living normally do not stay nor visit. Oh well. Needless to say, I end their undead lives with a bow and a set of arrows that I have, thankfully, figured out how to create, hoping they have something with them. Usually they don't and at this point, I'm more surprised when they do. That surprise is normally destroyed when I realize all they're carrying is hardly useful for me at this point.

Thankfully, one day, I found someone. Let me emphasize on this: I found SOMEONE. Someone just like me: alive. He was doing exactly what I have been doing. Hopelessly scavenging the surrounding, in hopes of finding something that will further his ability to stay alive during these dark times.

With no second thought, I decided to approach him, albeit carefully. I figured, if it took me this long to find someone else who was alive, it probably is the same for him, as he is also alone. I do not want to startle him, potentially forcing him to draw whatever weapon he may have and kill me right then and there.

Around the corner, I yell - "Hello?! Are you friendly?!" I wanted to make sure he wasn't some type of advanced undead. "Yes! I am friendly!" he responded. "Okay, cool!", I said with a big sigh of relief. Excitingly and hopeful, I continued, "Have you had any luck finding anything useful in these dead towns?"

I regret asking this, as the second I did, I realized how desperate it sounded. I would have no surprise coming my way if this other living person felt as if I was trying to play him. "No, I haven't found shit", he says. The relief I felt is more than I've ever felt before; unfortunately. I let up my guard that I created around myself and made it clear I was coming closer, with the intention to meet up with him at his location. He said nothing.

I locate him and come closer. He asks me, seemingly innocently, "Do you know how to make a bow?" I did, fortunately for him. Why wouldn't I help this guy out? Any opposing thoughts, feelings or whatever that we may have before this are no longer important. What's important is that we survive.

I proceeded to explain the steps that are required in making a bow and in making arrows. Great! Except it really wasn't. Once he had figured it out and made a bow for himself, there I went. I should have seen it coming. I figured people would be like me, more willing to help each other out when the time really called for it. I cannot believe how foolish I was. How naive could I possibly be? It's amazing, really.

Of course, in the end, all people really care about are themselves.

Submitted January 25, 2015 at 11:17AM by kirbaaaay http://ift.tt/1BZQ7ax h1z1