Lets play: Project Zomboid
I gave this a whirl the other day. It's in very early alpha, but that seems to be the style of things these days. In it you play a zombie apocylpse 'survivor' and it's the story of how you die. There's no way to win, just to die, it's about finding an interesting way to do that.
Day One
Had to run from looters again, Kate fell and broke her leg. I carried her to a house and she tearfully apologised for getting injured in a way that'll kill us both. I told her that it was okay, dressed her wounds, got her some painkillers and held her as she fell asleep. Then I smothered her with the pillow. It had to be done. I keep telling myself that.
I left the house in a hurry, I couldn't bring myself to stay there. I didn't really pay much attention to where I was going, it was mostly running madly from zombies and crashing through houses picking up anything I could find. When night fell I had just enough to barricade myself into some dead saps room and sleep the night.
Day Two
I explored the area more carefully, looking for somewhere to stay more permenantly. I knew what I was looking for, a single floor building with more than one exit and as few windows as possible. Tried the bank first, Knox indeed, I've never seen a less secure building. I came across a store with all of the food I could eat, along with who I assume is the only living soul left in the world, he said he'd shoot me if I came into the store so I left.
Eventually I found a place and barricaded the doors before searching the place. I struck gold, a flashlight, batteries, shotgun and shells. The flashlight might save my life, the shotgun I left behind, too noisy to use anywhere near here.
Day Three
I left my new safehouse and wondered past the store again to say hi. He might threaten to shoot me everytime I go anywhere near him, but he's the only human contact I've got. He didn't wave back.
I spent most of the day raiding a seven story apartment building. I found all of the food I could carry and a fire axe, which might come in handy. Also a pile of drugs, this must be a seriously bad place to live, everyone in the whole building had antidepressants in their bathrooms.
Evening found me unprepared, I was still raiding and foolishly decided to stay to finish the last apartment. By the time I made it back to my safehouse I was ready to drop, from tiredness, hunger and exhaustion from carrying so many things. I ate and then nearly collapsed on the floor.
Day Four
I might just survive this. I spent the morning organising my things and found that I'd nearly filled every container in the place with food, batteries, ammo, drugs - you name it, I have it. The only thing I'm really short of is planks, I need to tear up my barricade every morning to leave this place, which means using more in the evening to make it safe again. I better find a big supply somewhere soon.
Waved high to my psychotic neighbour again, maybe if I stay alive long enough he'll run out of food, then he can have some of mine and we can be friends. I miss having friends. I miss Kate too. I have a photo of her, but it weighed too much so I had to leave it in the safehouse. I decided to go for a walk in the park today. If you squint just right the zombies look like other people, it felt almost normal.
Then I spotted the groundskeepers shack, a zombie tearing away at the door. Someone might be inside! I ran up behind him and did for him with my axe. I hear noises on the other side of the door! I throw it open and run into the waiting arms of more zombies, I defeat them too, but not before being wounded. Stupid. Best get back to the safehouse to recover.
I feel kinda woozy. Took a load of painkillers to make the pain go away, ate a huge meal to help myself get better sooner. Bleeding a lot. Really need some bandages. Why didn't I get any earlier when I was looting? I don't seem to be able to make one out of a napkin, guess I need some sheets, oh well, there's a bed in the next room maybe I can...
Lasted four days and two hours, bled to death in a barricaded house filled with guns, ammo, food and everything else a zombie survivor could possibly need that wasn't a bandage.
Day One
Had to run from looters again, Kate fell and broke her leg. I carried her to a house and she tearfully apologised for getting injured in a way that'll kill us both. I told her that it was okay, dressed her wounds, got her some painkillers and held her as she fell asleep. Then I smothered her with the pillow. It had to be done. I keep telling myself that.
I left the house in a hurry, I couldn't bring myself to stay there. I didn't really pay much attention to where I was going, it was mostly running madly from zombies and crashing through houses picking up anything I could find. When night fell I had just enough to barricade myself into some dead saps room and sleep the night.
Day Two
I explored the area more carefully, looking for somewhere to stay more permenantly. I knew what I was looking for, a single floor building with more than one exit and as few windows as possible. Tried the bank first, Knox indeed, I've never seen a less secure building. I came across a store with all of the food I could eat, along with who I assume is the only living soul left in the world, he said he'd shoot me if I came into the store so I left.
Eventually I found a place and barricaded the doors before searching the place. I struck gold, a flashlight, batteries, shotgun and shells. The flashlight might save my life, the shotgun I left behind, too noisy to use anywhere near here.
Day Three
I left my new safehouse and wondered past the store again to say hi. He might threaten to shoot me everytime I go anywhere near him, but he's the only human contact I've got. He didn't wave back.
I spent most of the day raiding a seven story apartment building. I found all of the food I could carry and a fire axe, which might come in handy. Also a pile of drugs, this must be a seriously bad place to live, everyone in the whole building had antidepressants in their bathrooms.
Evening found me unprepared, I was still raiding and foolishly decided to stay to finish the last apartment. By the time I made it back to my safehouse I was ready to drop, from tiredness, hunger and exhaustion from carrying so many things. I ate and then nearly collapsed on the floor.
Day Four
I might just survive this. I spent the morning organising my things and found that I'd nearly filled every container in the place with food, batteries, ammo, drugs - you name it, I have it. The only thing I'm really short of is planks, I need to tear up my barricade every morning to leave this place, which means using more in the evening to make it safe again. I better find a big supply somewhere soon.
Waved high to my psychotic neighbour again, maybe if I stay alive long enough he'll run out of food, then he can have some of mine and we can be friends. I miss having friends. I miss Kate too. I have a photo of her, but it weighed too much so I had to leave it in the safehouse. I decided to go for a walk in the park today. If you squint just right the zombies look like other people, it felt almost normal.
Then I spotted the groundskeepers shack, a zombie tearing away at the door. Someone might be inside! I ran up behind him and did for him with my axe. I hear noises on the other side of the door! I throw it open and run into the waiting arms of more zombies, I defeat them too, but not before being wounded. Stupid. Best get back to the safehouse to recover.
I feel kinda woozy. Took a load of painkillers to make the pain go away, ate a huge meal to help myself get better sooner. Bleeding a lot. Really need some bandages. Why didn't I get any earlier when I was looting? I don't seem to be able to make one out of a napkin, guess I need some sheets, oh well, there's a bed in the next room maybe I can...
Lasted four days and two hours, bled to death in a barricaded house filled with guns, ammo, food and everything else a zombie survivor could possibly need that wasn't a bandage.