Who am I?

Hello Ateazi here, I am a health enthusiast as well as an avid gamer from time to time, today I will tell a story about a time I played unturned, traveling the map as the lone sniper.

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What is Unturned?

Unturned is a free-to-play, open world, zombie survival, multiplayer video game. Easy to pick up, very hard to put down, with limitless options as to what you can do in this game. You can craft endless items, to building your own base, fight the living or the dead. As well as, forging alliances and taking on the endless hoard together.

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The Tales of the Lone Sniper

Prologue:

Awakened by the sound of crashing waves, laying supine staring at the stars. I quickly gather myself, becoming aware of my surroundings. This place seems unfamiliar to me, I start questioning myself as to how I got here, and how this happened. The last thing I can think of is being on my ship, the S.S. Queensman, and going through a bad storm. The storm must have landed me here on these foreign lands... I quickly snap out of my thoughts hearing gunshots in the distance, I make haste to investigate the sounds.

The Tale:

I approach the gunshots to find a small town, surrounded by hills. The lights in the town are either destroyed or barely working, I think to myself, it is probably an EMP, and anarchy is reigning down on this strange place. I venture into town, cautious and taking it slow. I find myself behind a house, the door smashed in, I approach the door peaking around the corners to make sure no one, or nothing is hidden inside. I creep into the house trying to figure out what is going on, or if I can find anything of use. Sweeping room, and room, I find nothing but clothing and useless old cans, the last place, the kitchen. Alas, a knife, I grab the knife not a moment later I hear stumbling, and groaning. I speak out "Who is there?" To a change of pace, the sounds of a hurried shuffle, more groaning than before. In the dimly lit kitchen I see a half rotten corpse charging at me, right up on me, I stab with the knife in an attempt to defend myself with no avail. I quickly pull the knife out and stab again in the side of the head, the body fell sharply like a sack of potatoes.

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Realizing what is going on, the zombie apocalypse has taken over. I asses my environment and quickly come up with a plan to gather myself a weapon and some supplies to figure up a way out of here. I notice a police station not too far from the house I am currently at, I stealthily make my approach over to the station. Looking through the windows assuring myself no-one is in there, the only entrance to this place is the main door. I have made sure of no signs of life inside, I open then door checking the corners, again no one. Scurrying inside I shut the door, hoping I am not being followed, I make my way to the weapons room to my luck I find a marksman rifle, with enough bullets to kill hundreds of those things. With that checked off my list I implement phase two of my plan, getting out of here.

My first instinct is to head to the hills, get the upper ground. I steadily make my way out of the town when I hear gunshots, not so far off as they were before. I get low in an attempt to escape the shots as I believe they were aimed at me. I peak up looking from where it came from when I see a man sprinting from one building to the other. I sling my rifle up taking two shots, and the body fell lifeless. I keep telling myself it had to be done, him or me, as I scurried away from the town. Checking frequently to see if I am being followed, no signs, I make it onto a hilltop which perches over the roads below giving me an edge on anyone trying to travel from town to town, as I make my way to a dock, hopefully one which might have a boat. I walk for a few miles, before seeing any life. To my benefit I see two men walking down the road, I know what must be done for my survival. If they are anything like the last man, I must protect myself. I lean upon a tree, aiming down sight I take multiple shots ending the first mans life, the other panicking fires off to where he believes the shots came from. Before he even knows what hit him he was already on the ground. I hurry down looting whatever I can find on either souls as I feel their life pass before my very eyes, food, ammo, pistols, and a map of the area. I am on an island, trapped here like everyone else.

To Be Continued...

Thanks for Reading!

I hope everyone enjoyed reading this portion of my short story "The Lone Sniper," feel free to leave a comment below and I will be glad to talk with you or answer any questions. Stay tuned for the second half! As always, thank you for reading!