It was cold, and the black cloak of night had drawn itself over the hills of Chernarus. Having witnessed my companion fall to his death, I huddled myself into the corner of a barn, nervously watching the open doors from a hayloft. The flickering, fading twilight showed me just enough of the shifting forms milling aimlessly outside, making a meal of the still-warm corpse of my former friend.

I checked the ammunition for my pistol. Two clips and one loaded. It might be enough for the infected outside the barn, but if my shots were to alert the entire village, well… I gritted my teeth as the last vestiges of sunlight finally snuck down behind the interminable hills. No illumination. No moonlight. Just the pained moans and groans of the undead shuffling around, laboured breath grating and unnatural. Such things didn’t matter to me; I knew I couldn’t remain in the barn forever, else I would’ve starved in short order. read more