Frantic Hike outside West Point (story and map) – November 21, 2022 at 10:38PM

So I tend to play sandbox with respawn off and cars very rare, weapons and ammo super rare, etc.

My spawn dropped me in the restaurant in the middle of the woods, perhaps since im a waitress. Okay, I guess could be worse. Over a couple of days I clear out immediate area, the dirt road, and one of the paths connecting to the road.

Fossoil teeming with zombos, so clear out a bit in that area but don’t see any cars in the parking lot. I’d really like a car, so I head along the main road towards the residential area and the convenience stores. Clear that area decently after several days of retreating back to sleep on wooden chair in a restaurant bathroom. I’d really like a bed or a more comfy chair.

Wake up on day 5, extremely foggy outside. Decide to stay in and read some skill mags and try to cook pizza ingredients I looted a day earlier. Then, I heat it. The helicopter. I quietly wait inside. After a short while, a zombo starts beating on a window. I look out another window, see a few more. Jeez, annoying but I can kite them probably. Then a few actually break down a backdoor and I decide, well, it’s bug out time. Luckily since I was planning to move soon I had some supplies stowed away in my backpack.

Unfortunately there are several hundred zombos outside the safe house in the dirt circle. So I jog around in circles, narrowly escaping being grabbed or cornered several times, trying to figure out a game plan. Then I decide the only thing I can do is take the narrow walking path and head away from West Point. So run, and run, and run. Periodically my character, Imelda, is moderately exhausted. I tentatively pause in the middle of the road, sit and try to catch my breath for a few minutes. I pass a wreck of cars and make note of it. I keep my head on a swivel since I know some zombos are following, plus the helicopter is definitely still flying around and the woods will be filled with scores. When a few get close, I quickly get up and keep jogging. And jogging. And resting. And jogging.

I reach the bridge around 6pm, and the helicopter flys off, leaving me alone. I kill a few stragglers that were in the area. Then, since it’ll be dark soon, I decide my best bet is to double back, clear the immediate area around that wreck of cars, and do my best to sleep in the, uh, relative safety of a smashed car. I kill stragglers on my way back. This time, I’m yelling loudly, trying to draw hidden zombos out of the woods so they don’t surprise me later. Once my lungs tire out from yelling, and I’m satisfied the immediate area is clear, I climb into the driver’s seat. Then I sit there, quietly, for an hour to see if anything comes. When nothing does, I set my watch alarm for 5:30am, and curl up on the wheel, exhausted from running for my life all day.

Then, at 4:30am, there’s a knock on the driver’s door. I switch and exit out the passenger seat and I am confronted with several trying to surround the car. So I jog, this time back towards West Point, since I don’t have any more food and I don’t want to keep running further into the wilderness. I manage to make it back to the main strip of road. Luckily the hordes here have thinned. I jog in between, periodically pausing in the middle of the highway to sit and rest. I kill a few stragglers when they are on their own. I make my way back to the fork I cleared several days earlier, to head back to the pizza place and convenience store since I left some supplies unlooted there. I recall there is a small office with a door still on its hinge, and an office chair. I guess that’ll be my next sleeping spot.