Sounds fair.
It begins.
Scouting nearby places for resources.
Back off, I don't like you in that way.
Nigga be lootin'
Wonder how much of that map will be relevant to gameplay.
That one on the right looks drunk.
Poppin' moles, savin' damsels
Wait, it's not a damsel, it's a soldier. Neat.
I can now play as her.
Well, obviously we have a rapist in Lincoln Park...
He's climbin' in yo windows, he's snatchin' yo people up, tryin' to rape 'em.
So y'all need to hide yo kids, hide yo wife, and hide yo husband cause they rapin' everybody out here.
The guys who told us to scout the neighborhood got massacred while we were out saving the soldier lady. Notice the boarded up windows? I did that, before going out. Took me a little while but I feared that something like this would happen eventually. Since they're all intact, I presume someone opened the front door for the zombies to walk in. But I'm willing to ignore that for the sake of
TEH NARRATIVE
One of them wasn't quite dead though, and bit my buddy a few times. I was on the other side of the room so first I tried to shoot the zombie, but only melee would work. Soldier lady just stood there despite being right next to them and being skilled enough to help. Women
nin-nin~
The dead guy had a radio, we talk to the person on the other end and they seem welcoming enough. They won't let someone who is near turning point inside, though. I like that, they're cautious. Maybe they'll last longer than the previous group.
yeah, right
A broken bridge! The nemesis of all player characters! Now we have to turn back and go through a series of contrived sidequests to repair it and...
...nevermind.
Don't use the Z-word, man.
How about we call them Goddites?
VEHICLE GET
Nooooooo, Cleve's guns
And yes, I tried going back to search for the weapons, didn't find anything.
Cars in good condition are marked on the map. I can go back for them later. But since they are in the middle of nowhere, that's unlikely to ever happen.
We reach the compound. Their leader didn't seem too happy about our presence, but they take care of Ed's wounds anyway.
The silly white girl is waiting in a corner, signaling us. She wants the chocolate.
Ah...she wants to talk about Ed. Fucking Ed, a cockblocker to the bitter end.
...c'mon me, that was a bit harsh, but understandable. They can't afford to have a Goddite run amok inside the compound, can they?
I'm not really sure how having a place to stay would matter Ed begins to turn, but we volunteer to look for some antibiotics anyway.
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