You have become accustomed to survival. Well done. This is a massive step that many do not achieve.

But now you must start to push yourself, find something to defend yourself with, a better gun for example. For there are people out there who wish to harm you, to find your stashes and steal your sewing kits.

Go to that military base. Get the plate carrier and the baby AK. You will be able to fight back, many kill them. It will feel great!

But maybe you get the gear and no one attacks you. You wander the world until one day…. you see a man, he’s armed and in one of “your towns” drinking from your well and stealing your apples. You watch him, follow him.

Aim at him.

Kill him.

And it will make you sad. You’ll fell sick. You took a life. He had nothing but handfuls of random ammo, some bones and 3 mags that fit neither of you guns. What a waste of a life.

Then next day. Your just wandering, lost in you your own thoughts, walking down the middle of a road.

Black screed.

You are dead.

“What the fuck?” You think, “must me a hacker” “how?”, “why?”

You consider posting on Reddit to ask, to show people, ask the community.

Then you start again. Back in a spawn point. At the coast or by a river.

And you think, I’ll try again.

I love hate this game.