What a depressing day to be trapped in a post-apocalyptic world that infested by walking terrors. And no I don't mean Zombies, as grotesque and rotten they are, they can never be as disgusting as us.
I managed to stay a live for 2 days and on my adventures in complete cluelessness I saved a couple of people from certain death, from afar away with my trustworthy bolt action rifle. one of them had a broken bone I think because he was being chased by 2 zombies and and all he was doing was crawling. Almost died if I had missed my very well timed shots.
The other one was doing fine on his own but he panicked and startled a few zombies and they were fast and being this watchful guardian and overlooking from top of a building and thinking to myself while smoking a cigarette "shit!, a man's in trouble, you gotta do something about it", that's what people should do in a zombie apocalypse world right? People should watch each others back, so I said fuck, shooting a few rounds would save a man's life. So I aimed down the barrel, took a deep breath and shot missed a round or two but I saved a man's life.
Latter, I discovered a camp up top of some hill and logged off, feeling all good and noble and heroic, like a boss.
Tonight, I went to another server cause I had no idea where I was and picked a populated server and said heck let's try to find something to do, fix a car with tires and fuel and stuff, I came down the hill, went to an old abandoned factory, or maybe it was a powerhouse, DayZ being a buggy ass shiit decided to screw me on the stairs and magically I fell down a floor from the stairs, my leg broke and I had no morphines on me. Apparently someone thought the best way to fix a broken leg, a shot of morphine is the best idea, that man must be a medical pro-fucking-fessional. So I crawled and crawled, passed a horde of lurking undeads, I was trying to make my way to another buiding maybe there was a syringe of morphine laying on the ground for me to pick it up, but suddenly a man appeared before me, turned on me and 'BAAM-BAAM' shot me and I died.
I knew it'd happen one day, I played EVE fucking Online, I was blown to pieces but not like this, ever. I'm very upset with the fact that people are growing into monsters, even if it's only in a virtual world that has no dept or purpose, cause it's easy to kill a man and loot his corpse than offering him a shot of morphine, it's easy to blow up a ship when it's defenseless in the open mineral field of low-sec space, it's easy to gank a lowbie around the Light's Hope in Eastern Plaguelands.. It always comes easy to step over people, it's always easy to succeed on another person's expense, and it's easier to live in the world that you know and have this mindset that around some corner awaits a man just like me to do me over, to do the same thing to me..
I don't want to live on this planet anymore...