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When I first starting playing 7DtD, I stayed up all night playing. Around 8am the next morning, the wife discovered I had been up all night playing. Using charisma perk +3 was able to survive the wife attack.

 

True story.

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Not really a survival story, but my favorite moment playing 7D2D was when a group of friends and I took over a small town, back in like alpha 10, so there were only 4 houses. They were taken by others so I built a tower base out of rebar or some kind of metal pillars. This thing was around 30 blocks tall, it was a marvel of engineering, I died at least a dozen times while building it from accidental falls. Once I built the top platform I thought it would be fun to use buckets of water to create a waterfall from the top. It looked cool. Then it hit me, why not make the whole thing waterfalls so it would be a super tall tower with water walls. It worked and looked really impressive. You could even swim up the walls to the top and zombies couldn't walk through it.

 

I marveled at my achievement and decided it would be a nice touch if the water walls emptied into a moat around my tower. That's where the fun began. One block out of place and the water started to spill out and flood the town. Admins were trying to help, people were dropping frames everywhere to try to stop the flood. It was causing lag and I almost ruined our little town. But it was worth it to have a 30 block high building with walls made of water. I wish I had taken screen shots.

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Am I a Meerkat?

 

This may have been said before, but i was digging my trench around my base. Had my headphones on and i thought i heard a horde. Popped out of that trench like my pants was on fire doing 360's. I have been ambushed so many times making me jump out of my seat. I now just pop up and look around. It got me laughing when a picture of a meerkat came into my mind. looking for food then up it goes doing 360's. I now just say to myself meerkat and up i go. Really had me LOL the first time i thought of that. Love the game and all it has to offer. Keep on running.

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A recent one, I'm on day 3, i get jumped by 5 dogs.I quickly drink one beer and start running toward my temporary base on top of a POI.I manage to get up to safety, from there i start killing the dogs.I kill 2, then go down to kill the rest, kill another 2 and then is 10 pm and zombies start running. I go up and leave 1 dog inside for the morning.By 3 am, the roof collapses...

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We've settled in a Poopy Pants. At about six o'clock at night a heard a zombie by the front door. I turned to kill it and saw, through the reinforced glass, a pretty big wandering horde following the first zombie.

 

I quickly wrote "big horde, help!" and started fighting.

 

It took an hour and we both ended up low health and/or infected (you know how close quarters that would have been). Our base survived though, and later that day we found honey to cure his illness.

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My family, especially my 4 year old son, like to watch while I play 7dtd on the TV screen. He likes to point out zombies and just coach in general. So day 1 I break into the back of a laundry mat. It's pretty dark, but I see a shadowy girl figure beating on the clothes rack. After a few arrows she starts heading my way. It's hard to see, looks like a cheerleader, wait no... stripper zombie. I haven't played much since Alpha 14 so I've only read about them. I'm thinking well my son probably won't notice, it's so dark in the room.... 'Daddy.... she doesn't have any clothes on...'

 

The only response I could come up with 'yeah, I was hoping you wouldn't notice' My wife meanwhile trying not to laugh.

 

Anyways great game, the only one I play where my kids and wife actually get interested and join in.

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My first fight with a Wight started with me climbing out of my subway (I figured travel underground was clever). My first thought was: "Whats that sound?" Then BAM! Lost a pile of health and started running, still not seeing it. Fumbling for my SMG I sprayed the area like Tony Montana would.

 

The SMG became Death itself in my hands, with only the sound short, controlled bursts... (you believe me right? OK, like the guy in Aliens who kept screaming "Game over man!")

 

I'm not sure what happened in that fight, but I finally killed it. I was so tense that my finger squeezed the mouse again and I actually jumped out of my seat! I laughed and just said "Wow!". :)

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My family, especially my 4 year old son, like to watch while I play 7dtd on the TV screen. He likes to point out zombies and just coach in general. So day 1 I break into the back of a laundry mat. It's pretty dark, but I see a shadowy girl figure beating on the clothes rack. After a few arrows she starts heading my way. It's hard to see, looks like a cheerleader, wait no... stripper zombie. I haven't played much since Alpha 14 so I've only read about them. I'm thinking well my son probably won't notice, it's so dark in the room.... 'Daddy.... she doesn't have any clothes on...'

 

The only response I could come up with 'yeah, I was hoping you wouldn't notice' My wife meanwhile trying not to laugh.

 

Anyways great game, the only one I play where my kids and wife actually get interested and join in.

 

Excellent! That was a Kodack moment for your son! lol 30 years later he pulls it out.. "Remember this dad?" lol My wife got me in :)

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There are a lot of theories of where you would go once you die. Heaven, hell, purgatory, reincarnation, or the plain and simple oblivion into nothingness. Well, none of them are true. Purgatory came close, but even that is a pale comparison of the truth, that afterlife sucks. It's a never ending struggle to survive that had no end whatsoever. You can die in it, but you just wake up on the same place again, or somewhere close, or some other place that was too similar that the fact that it was a different place won't even matter.

 

I remember the first time: I woke up, half naked, on some poorly constructed and maintained desert road. I remember reaching for my phone, only to find that I got nothing but scrap of cloths covering my privates. Nothing of my possession came with me to this place, wherever it was. Oddly enough, though, I had a non-descript canned food and a bottle of water, along with some bandages and a torch inside a rucksack tied to my back, things I've never seen or used in my life.

 

I tried to find my bearing, tried to see if this place looked somewhat familiar, but there is nothing but this expanse of road and desert scrubs around me. This place looked weird too, all the colors were washed out and tinted to the gloomy side of the color spectrum. I remember feeling as if something had leeched out all nice things in the world. How appropriate that feeling was, as I would later learned.

 

With nothing to suggest a good place to go, I finally decided just to walk down the road, at a direction chosen by the fact that it was going downslope. Going down was easier, simple as that.

 

It wasn't long before I felt parched and hungry, so I opened the canned food, downed all of its content, and then took a huge swig out of the water bottle. I kept the empty can, for no apparent reason other than that it seemed like a good idea. It crossed my mind that I had to figure out how to feed myself if I don't find my way back into civilization soon. So I began to inspect some of the plants that I spotted earlier once I found some that were near the road. It turned out that the fruit of this plan is quite nourishing and juicy. So I decided to pick some of these Yucca fruits and stored them in my rucksack. Now, when did I found out that it was called Yucca. I know for sure I had never seen them in my life before then. While at it, I decided to pick up some small stones and tree branches that I found along the way. Funny thing was, it should have been a heavy burden, but I did not felt that it was at all. Maybe the rucksack was magic.

 

After what seemed like an eternity, I spotted someone along the road. My heart leaped with joy at seeing someone else in this god forsaken place. I began calling him out and waved my hand as I jogged toward him. As I was drawing nearer, though, I felt that something was odd. His gait was strange, and I vaguely smell something bad as we drew nearer. But I put those feelings aside. Who am I to judge, I thought. I felt odd myself after walking bare feet so long, and I smell like a construction worker after a hard day's work. I should be happy meeting someone who apparently was also happy seeing me. He was making a beeline toward me, calling for me with his hoarse voice, and with his arms wide open toward me. That's how I thought the encounter was, until was close enough to see that he was missing half a face.

 

It stopped me dead on my track, that face. Half of the skin and most of the muscles under it was gone, exposing bones, an empty eye socket and a jawful row of rotten teeth. I then also notice his torn, blodied T-shirt and the sun-bleached exposed ribs underneath it. He was also missing his right hand. His legs seemed intact under his cargo pant, but he was missing a right shoe and the foot was scraped raw. I remember stupidly thinking about how the pant must have been made out of something very durable, before it finally clicked in my had that I was face to face with a zombie.

 

I was never a brave man. I only ever fought once, or maybe twice in my entire life. So, as much as I enjoyed watching The Walking Dead and fancied myself a Rick, or at least a Glenn, I ran. I ran away from that man, and from other figures shambling about that seemingly pop out of nowhere. I kept running until I saw a small town in the distance, which gave me a small bit of hope. That is, until I came close enough to see that it was deserted, save for a few roaming zombies.

 

At first I thought about skirting the edge of town and kept going, but dusk was coming. I figured walking around in darkness with zombies about would not be a good idea. So, scared as I was, I began to make preparation for a little domestic intrusion. I picked a decent sized stone from my pack and tied it to a somewhat sturdy branch. I now have a makeshift weapon.

 

Approaching cautiosly and making as little noise as possible, I made my way to a small two stories house I had selected when I was casing the town from a distance. I selected it based on the 'least zombies in proximities' factor. Strangely enough, it was near a gated cemetery compound that was entirely clear of zombies. Maybe even zombies are unwilling to be reminded of death.

 

The house's front door was locked and barricaded, so was the back door and all the windows. Luckily, a small hight bathroom windows was not, and I managed to reach it by using a rusted trash can as a stepping stone. I climbed into the house and, in near darkness, fell head first onto a zombie. That gave me quite a scare until I realized the zombie was not a zombie, just plain old rotten dead. I did cave his head in with my makeshift stone axe with my panic-induced wild swings. I broke the branch, but at least I knew then that my makeshift weapon worked. I picked up the half that was still attached to the stone head and cautiously made my way further into the house. Luckily, there were no more surprises, although my ear picked up the shufflings of multiple zombies outside the house. I guess they heard my less than gracefull entry. Some of them began banging at the house's exterior, but only half-heartedly so, or whatever passed as half-hearted for them.

-- To Be Continued --

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My favorite moment recently was when I was on the construction site crane and had just let a bunch of zombies fall to their deaths, one of them a feral fat guy. I was laughing to myself until the fat feral zombie took out the supports of the crane and it broke apart. I jumped for it and barely made it on the scaffold. Lesson Learned.

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Betrayed by the one you love

 

My wife and I were playing through a blood moon night in our bunker. We had it set up so there were pits surrounding it and the bottom level of the bunker had steel poles so we could kill and loot the zombies but they couldn't fully get in. We were doing pretty good fending off the irradiated wights and cop zombies and had killed dozens of zombies. Another wave of 30 zombies showed up and I started aiming for headshots from just behind the bars with my AK-47. All of the sudden I hear a big BOOM and I see blood across my screen and my body on the floor. I look over at my wife and she just says "I thought you said friendly fire was off" as she struggled not to laugh. She had pulled out her newly acquired rocket launcher to give it a try and thought it would just kill the zombies and not leave me as a smoldering heap on the ground because friendly fire was off haha.

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I found a treasure map on a putrid girl who came on to me. The treasure location wasn't that far, maybe a 10 minute run (real time) from my home base. So i set off with great hopes of finding some long waited schematics, gun parts, or whatever valuables Nickole saw fit to stash away. Naturally, i left all unnecessary junk at my man-cave to make sure i had room for all the goodies.

 

At the treasure site, i started digging a 3 meter deep row across the marked location. Then another parallel row beside it, 2 meters away. It was during this second row when it started raining. I started feeling really chilly, and decided to take a look at my clothing. To my dismay i realized that i had removed my shirt from under my armor the other day, when it was really hot. I did have a nice green puffer though, but unfortunately i had forgotten to bring it with me. I was looking at my gear, weighing my options and pondering whether should i stay or go, when i got hit on the head from behind, and was stunned.

 

A zombie girl had snuck up on me to check me out. I tried to switch my shovel for a weapon, but panicked and accidentally selected a wood frame. I got hit again. It was really difficult to maneuver away from the girl in the 3 block deep ditch i had dug. I finally got hold of my sledge hammer, and whacked the sneaky bastardess on the head. That took care of her, but i was in a bad shape.

 

I decided not to risk getting killed and losing a lot of hard earned wellness, and started running back home to get some bandages (yes, i also left those at home, too) and proper clothing. On the way i naturally stumbled into some cactus plants when i had to run through the corner of a plains biome. The rain kept pouring on me and just would not stop. I started to get warnings of hypothermia and had to stop occasionally to catch my breath.

 

Just before i got out of the plains and into a forest, i ran into a bear that just popped into view from behind a small hill. I kept on running directly at my home with my legs frozen stiff, hoping it would give up the chase. Unfortunately, hypothermia made me lose stamina really fast, and before long i was exhausted and just stopped running. I will spare the gory details, but i'll just say there is now a certain treasure map to be found in a pile of bear poo, in a forest not so far away...

 

 

 

PS. I realize this thread is for survival stories, but hey, at least the bear survived! ;)

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I was laying extra foundations In my tower block, ensuring the farm I'm making on the top floor had enough support, when I heard running footsteps. I froze for a moment, trying to locate the direction of the sound. Through the wood frames I spotted a dog running towards me.

 

Genuinely scary moment (I swore out loud several times, and my wife asked what was wrong, was i ok?)

 

I play dead is dead and it's been hard (but rewarding) building myself up over the last ten in game days. I was so unnerved that my fingers couldn't find the crouch toggle for a moment or two. Luckily the dogs must have snagged on the wall; I was able to make it up my ladder to safety just as their barks and growls reached the bottom rung.

 

I took a few moments to look down on them and rebuild my crumpled courage before getting my weapons ready and going down to fight.

 

Victory!

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Last night I was playing with my wife. We were on day 10, and - after spending the first night on the roof of a Pass-n-Gas we'd started building a base on day 2.

 

The base wasn't anything spectacular; being basically a square building with three floors. There was no door on the ground floor, and access was via the usual ramp-and-jump method onto the middle floor.

 

As I say, we were on day 10. I had just been putting the finishing touches on the roof (crenelations, of course, around a rooftop garden), and my wife had placed two layers of spikes around the perimeter. Given that the walls were still flagstone at this point, that wasn't a great deal of defenses. It certainly wasn't enough for the day 7 horde, and we'd had to hide from them on the roof of a nearby fire station.

 

My wife, who is used to underground bases, was expressing concern that our base was under-defended and left us vulnerable. I assured her that the situation was only temporary - the following day we'd be adding more layers of spikes and adding a balcony around the middle floor from which we could shoot down (and, more importantly, from which we could be visible and lure zed along the spikes rather than having them hitting the walls to get to us). I told her not to worry, because the two layers of spikes would be enough to snag the average wandering horde with little to no wall damage.

 

Of course, the RNG won't stand for bold statements like that!

 

Within ten minutes of me making those assurances, we got hit by the mother of all wandering hordes. It was a mix of army and hazmat, with at least one feral in there too. Not that it mattered, since it was night so they were all running. The horde lost at least a dozen to our spikes, but that still left around eight zed pounding on our walls - and because we'd not got a balcony yet we weren't able to distract or shoot them. We couldn't even see what sort of zed they were. For all we knew it was a normal wandering horde and they were all dead bar one or two stragglers.

 

My wife was on the roof planting stuff in the garden, while I was on the middle floor. I decided I needed to brave going down to the bottom floor (where we had the bedrolls and campfire) to see if I could shore up the walls. As soon as I opened the hatch to go down the ladder I was greeted by two soldiers climbing up towards me. I shouted for help and tried to defend myself in an enclosed space while more zed poured out of the hatch, but I was doomed from the start. The last thing I remembered was the face of the feral staring hungrily at my throat.

 

I woke up on my bed, in the lower floor of the base. Most of the zed that had been eating me had disappeared when my corpse did. My wife was on the roof valiantly fighting the one soldier zed that had gone up there, but I could hear that there were others stomping around on the middle floor of the base.

 

So I cowered.

 

I sneaked forward to the campfire and removed some unburned wood from it to make myself a wooden club; cursing that it was my wife who was the weaponmaker and I had no skill in it; and sat there crouched in a corner in my underwear looking out through the hole in the wall at the snow coming down, clutching at my makeshift club for comfort.

 

Meanwhile, my wife dispatched the soldier that had made it onto the roof, and she waited up there; keeping away from the hatch so that the zed that we could both hear stomping around in the middle floor wouldn't notice her.

 

We waited for two hours until morning came, by which time I was bordering on hypothermia (luckily she was dressed for the weather); at which time she was able to come down to the middle floor and kill the remaining zed now that dawn had calmed them down. Of course, she spent the entire two hours alternating between swearing at me and laughing at my hubris.

 

It's now day 11, and I've started making a balcony while my wife is making more spikes...

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I survived a wolf attack last night. I jumped up onto a car so it couldn't reach me and it made the car explode underneath my feet. The wolf died, I survived (just).

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Guppycur had never been a lucky man. He would pick a fight with a smaller man, who ended up being an MMA fighter. He would date a woman, who he later found out to be a man. But this seemed even more unfair. As he sat against the cold hard metal, unable yet to open his eyes, hearing that awful buzzing... what was that buzzing? ...the feeling in his legs began to return. His memories started to tumble in, slowly at first then at a rush.

 

"Oh ♥♥♥♥!" he exclaimed, opening his eyes, seeing his predicament. Naked and slumped up against a car, the sun just rising (oh God please let it be rising and not setting!), he started to look around for Ted.

 

10 years ago, before the war, Ted and he were neighbors, both considered "survivalist nutjobs" by most, but it was they who had the last laugh. The very last laugh, it seemed. When the world went nuts their meager skills at hunting, building and scavenging did indeed mean the difference between life and death.

 

...but last night, coming across that horde, near the edge of an Arizona desert, Guppycur wasn't sure if he even did survive. Where are my clothes? he wondered again, this time aloud.

 

Right on cue, he saw Ted, moving towards him from the distance. Doing a quick body check, Guppycur did not find any cuts or marks, just bruises. As Ted drew closer, Guppycur called out for him. Standing, Guppycur noticed something was wrong with Ted. "Crap" he sighed, "Ted's been done for."

 

Looking around, Guppycur did a quick search of the car and found a pick axe. Grabbing it effortlessly, he faced his long time companion; although this was NOT Ted. It once was, obviously, but not it has become something else. It only took one hit.

 

When going through Ted's backpack, it became obvious what happened. Ted thought Guppycur was dead, or had just decided to abandon him, then stole everything he had and took off. "I guess he didn't get too far" muttered Guppycur, "but seriously? My pants? That's all that's left, along with some cloth fragments that used to be my shirt?"

 

"At least he didn't take everything" he thought. "I still have a can of food, a jar of water, and my torch, not like that's going to help much" he thought.

 

Several body parts were lying around in the vicinity, likely from last nights horde. Alone and a bit sad, Guppycur dug through their remains, gathered what he could, and half naked, took off down the road.

 

As he neared a small river, he could see a forest on the other side. Hoping to find some food, Guppycur knew he could get back to survival mode fairly quickly, having done this so many times before.

 

"Ah" he said aloud, finding a birds nest on the ground, "jackpot". Gathering some eggs and a few feathers, Guppycur began searching the area for rocks, sticks, and suitable grass for weaving. Fashioning some braided rope out of the grass, and sharpening one of the small rocks, he was able to make a small stone axe. Remembering fondly the times one of his ex wives used to chastise him for watching old episodes of MacDyver, which gave him invaluable skills in this day and age, he chuckled a bit as he checked the heft of his axe. Light, but strong. It will do.

 

Hearing some movement off to the west, Guppycur saw a rabbit darting in and out of his field of vision. He knew he couldn't catch it by chasing it, so he once again set his creative skills to use, gathering more sticks, making more braids and sharpening more stones.

 

"A bow fit for... a pauper" he determined, "but it will also do". Running out of feathers, he only had 7 arrows. "All those nests, but no birds... where did they fly off to in such a rush?" He remembered that day, too, all those years ago. It was the same day when the radio news reports started talking about the dead walking. "Rotting eggs and feathers, thanks birds".

 

Going off in the direction he last saw the rabbit, Guppycur crested a hill and saw smoke. Not much, but still enough to attract his attention. Crouching low, he spotted the ramshackle camp. All dead of course. Two tents, a broken down car, a smoldering campfire and some of the dead. 5 of them. Listening intently, Guppycur waited, watching to see if anything else other than the dead was present. Fear held him tight when he thought he heard a low growl, but that ended up being his stomach.

 

Leveling his bow, he fired once, dropping a woman. He fired a second time, felling a man. But they noticed him. 5 shots left, 3 dead left. "Crap" he muttered, as a larger one rounded a corner. Startled by his mis-count, Guppycur missed with his third shot, but hit him with his fourth. Unfortunately, not a headshot. Two shots left, Guppycur took more time and aimed carefully at the fat, out of place zombie. He had seen that kind before, and knew better than to tangle with it directly. "Pfftftt" hissed the arrow, as it dropped the fat zombie to the ground.

 

Too close to use his remaining shot, Guppycur reached for his axe, slowly bringing it to bare, just as what looked like was once a nurse, shambled towards him. Easy kill.

 

Using a routine he has mastered over the years, Guppycur dispatched the remaining dead while walking backwards, staying just out of arms reach of the swiping, shambling dead.

 

"Thunk". He felt the pain instantly. Heat rising from his leg, as the infection spread quickly. He missed one of the damn crawlers. Easy to kill, but hard to see in the grass, these are the bane of his existence. Hastily hitting it once, then twice, then four more times out of frustration, Guppycur knew he was in trouble. He felt sick. He was infected.

 

Going straight for the nurse, Guppycur looked through her body for lifesaving antibiotics. Nothing. Hurrying, continuing his search, he went through the entire camp, but found only a few scraps and some cans of food. Then he saw the tree trunk. "Clever", he muttered, "they hollowed out the trunk to use as storage".

 

And for the first time in his life, Guppycur felt lucky. Right there, sitting at the bottom of this hollowed out tree trunk, were the antibiotics he knew he needed to survive the infection. He nearly discarded what he thought was a trash novel, but a more careful examination revealed that with this book, he could make a few new things. "Wow" Guppycur said aloud, thinking of the possibilities...

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Ok I survived for 29 days 1 hour long until I got pimp slapped by a zombie off the canyon cliff I did not even hear the zombie by me.

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We were trying out SMP on LAN over a weekend with 4 machines and we'd done a really good job of building a reasonable walled area prior to night 14.

 

Sadly, mid-day 13 one of our best drinkers decided to really throw his back into the game and dig a moat! He turned most of the iron we had into shoves and then went 4-5 meters down, just to be safe/make sure they drown and don't pile up y'know?

 

I'd not done the math, 14/2 .. oh! My character had been idle in the middle of the camp where there's line of sight on either end, but we had gauntlets the zombies had yet to defeat.

 

Well the moat was so handy for the zombies who couldn't dig down but could path to me via digging forward inside the moat.

 

I came back to hunt for my backpack and there were multiple places where the soft dirt had caved in from zombies digging around making tunnels under our base!!

 

So creepy, and like a scene straight out of Starship Troopers.

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The SILENT KILLER CAME AND KILLED YOU NO SURVIVORS......THE END......

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA CHECK THE SILENT KILLER ON YOUTUBE AT SNEAKS847TV. THE OFFICIAL CHANNEL OF THE SILENT KILLER DIE SURVIVOR DIE!

 

(SENDING THE HOUNDS)

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I don't have any survival stories. Every character I have ever had has died.

 

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There I was. I'd just woken up a few days earlier. I had minimal supplies and was collecting materials to build a defense against the zombies that kept threatening me almost constantly. I had dealt with occasional roaming hordes of maybe 15 z's each time. On this day I was in the forest. The trees provided me cover though they also limited my own sight lines.

 

I kept beating on those rocks for what felt like hours. Those stone tools just didn't work all that efficiently. I had almost been lulled into complacency as I hadn't seen anything for most of the day. It was day 6 and rumors had it that a massive horde was a day away. I needed those materials. I moved around the boulder that I was breaking down as I hit it and suddenly there they were.

 

There are many enemies to worry about in this apocalypse. There's wild boar. There's wolves. HELL, THERE'S A LONG THOUGHT EXTINCT SPECIES OF WOLF OUT THERE. The dire wolf is one of the toughest enemies to deal with. Then there's the bears. Their size makes them hard to kill with basic arrows. There are zombie dogs. I ain't Milla Jovovich so they are tough. Now you may be thinking that there cannot possibly be something worse that all that...then there's zombie bears.

 

I barely had the ability to handle the basic enemies. The horde was going to be tough. Complacency isn't a good thing. A dog horde came through just off of my position. I could feel my heart just freeze in place hoping that they didn't see me. It wasn't the dogs. It was the zombie bear that was among them. The dogs could be killed with a hit to the head. The zombie bear would shrug that off and eat your face for breakfast.

 

I was worried that the little horde that I had crossed paths with would see me. Luckily I watched as they ran past none the wiser that I was in the area. It was the narrowest escape I'd experienced and it was one that could only have happened if I went unnoticed.

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At first I was afraid, I was petrified

Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side

But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong

And I grew strong

And I learned how to get along

And so you're back

From outer space

I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face

I should have changed that stupid lock, I should have made you leave your key

If I'd known for just one second you'd be back to bother me

Go on now, go, walk out the door

Just turn around now

'Cause you're not welcome anymore

Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye

Do you think I'd crumble

Did you think I'd lay down and die?

Oh no, not I, I will survive

Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive

I've got all my life to live

And I've got all my love to give and I'll survive

I will survive, hey, hey

It took all the strength I had not to fall apart

Kept trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart

And I spent oh-so many nights just feeling sorry for myself

I used to cry

But now I hold my head up high and you see me

Somebody new

I'm not that chained-up little person and still in love with you

And so you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free

Well, now I'm saving all my lovin' for someone who's loving me

Go on now, go, walk out the door

Just turn around now

'Cause you're not welcome anymore

Weren't you the one who tried to break me with goodbye

Do you think I'd crumble

Did you think I'd lay down and die?

Oh no, not I, I will survive

Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive

I've got all my life to live

And I've got all my love to give and I'll survive

I will survive

Oh

Go on now, go, walk out the door

Just turn around now

'Cause you're not welcome anymore

Weren't you the one who tried to break me with goodbye

Do you think I'd crumble

Did you think I'd lay down and die?

Oh no, not I, I will survive

Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive

I've got all my life to live

And I've got all my love to give and I'll survive

I will survive

I will survive

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I'm whacking away at a blank sealed crate with my stone axe and I hit it one too many times so I hit the barrel it has just revealed and explode and die.

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Day 7.

 

Me and two buddies realized that there was no way we'd make it back to our base and have time to fortify it for the upcoming horde night.

(We had too much fun exploring tons of POIs / POI dungeons and doing quests :))

 

After a quick chat and worries of losing a few wooden chests full of goodies in our base, we needed to come up with plan B.

 

We decided to finish up clearing and looting the construction site POI (yeah, the one with the mine-infested crane) and we made a small platform on the top floor to fight on if the zombies were smart enough to make it up there.

 

The in-game clock hits 2200. We wait an hour or so. No zombies have made their way up yet.

 

We zoom around the perimeter with our bows, and see a big bunch of zombies doing circles on the trailer on ground level. We then proceed to shoot most of our arrows to weaken the horde.

 

We decide to save the rest if some of them manage to climb up somehow. I'm trying to convince myself that surely a day 7 horde cannot bring the construction site down.

 

Very soon I realize that I was as wrong as my friend was a couple of in-game days before about the bear den having no bears.

 

Random blocks start falling off the top floor. We try to get away from the falling pieces. Friend #2 falls into the abyss along with a disintegrating piece of the floor he was standing on. Man down.

 

Me and friend #1 fall onto the next floor which was somehow still partially standing. My friend is floating mid-air on a bugged block, and decides to make a run for it. He manages to get onto the ground floor, but suffers a sprained leg and is soon caught by a zombie dog and a bunch of the horde. Another casualty.

 

At this point, I'm standing almost unscathed on a metal beam which somehow is still intact, with a huge pile of rubble about 10-20 blocks beneath me. Most, if not all of the horde went after friend #1 who tried to make a run for it. I see the horde running back to me and I try to make my way to a more stable looking spot of the partially collapsed construction site.

 

I have to destroy one block of rubble which is preventing me from maneuvering into assumed safety. I take the block out, and the structural integrity of the barely standing POI is instantly compromised and I fall to my doom. Broken leg, fall damage, bleeding out, no bandages. Died before the zombies got to me.

 

Horde 1 - Players 0.

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