I started a new bio-weapon last night. Noctifer seems to have moved the failed/zombie bio-weapons outside the main bunker, which is nice. They started a massive battle with the local soldier zombies and fungaloids, leaving me free to pick most of them off from a distance. I butchered all the bio-weapons for their sweet sweet cbms and then set fire to the surrounding woods to discourage the fungaloids and the hordes approaching from town.
After spending a relaxing afternoon gathering some basic tools and resources inside the bunker, I hopped in the humvee outside and headed south, away from the triffid grove. I didn’t get far though, there was a Survivor Emcampment™ just down the road. I waited til dark and, using some convenient trees for cover, I stalked into the campsite…and was immediately hit 6 times by arrows from the darkness. I fired my A7 wildly into the dark, getting a couple lucky hits and incidentally lighting up no less than 4 npcs reloading for their next shots at me. I sprinted back out into the woods to open up the distance and they started throwing down weapons and equipping others for some reason. The delay gave me time to steady my next few shots and I was able to kill 3 of them no problem, but the 4th was being sneaky (or he got lost somewhere in the woods…)
I gave up on him after awhile and moved back into the emcampment™, I found locker after locker of firearms, mods and ammunition in the first room! It was insane, these guys must have been stockpiling for years even before the cataclysm. Excited, I went to check out the other rooms, rushing from open door to open door…The first closed door was a surprise, a bandit was sitting just inside the door, shotgun in hand. She fired once, almost severing my left leg with one shot. I scrambled to reequip my laser rifle, giving her time to fire again, but somehow even at pointblank range, she missed me. Panic, I guess. She didn’t get a chance to fire again. Luckily her room was well stocked with medical supplies, so I broke her bed and used the shattered pieces to build a splint for my leg, and bandaged myself well. I shot up with some gamma globulin too, because why the hell not.
Around this time, several dozen zombies made their presence known on the west side of the compound by rushing, lemminglike, into the barbedwire. I picked off the survivors and resumed clearing the emcampment™, finding 2 more thugs huddling behind closed doors. I tried talking to them, but they were more interested in stabbing my face with pointy things than conversation. There is a crafting room filled with tools here, a small library and best of all, a water pump. I’m going to stay here and read for a few days while my leg heals up, there’s lots of game in the surrounding woods. It’s a shame it’s so close to the triffid grove though.
So here I am, sitting with my leg propped up on a bench, reading Arms and Armor of Imperial China. I go for walks to clear out the ever encroaching fungaloid presence with laser blasts and fire. The field of view around the emcampment™ is getting larger every day as the fires spread. There were a few explosions to the southwest that turned out to be several minefields and an unfortunate pack of wolves. All the hordes in the area are headed that way, I just have to deal with the ones traveling nearby. This is a good start. Way too good. I bet I get mugged by a dropbear when I finally get sick of cleaning up after the fungaloids and move on.