One of my favorite gaming moments of all time was playing the Zombie mod for the original flashpoint game.
So much fun! Someone had created a mission for the game where you had to get from checkpoint A to B to C. It was a really cool mission. You were timed (as the evac helicopter would not wait forever) and the zombies got increasingly larger in number as the mission went on. At first we were running down the road in a diamond formation with someone checking front/back/left/right and we were sure the mod was broken because there were no zombies.
Then, every once in a while someone would call out that they saw a zombie, and we would stop and fire at him. We kept running down the road, and the zombie sightings became more and more numerous.
There were far too many, and we had far too little ammo. We noticed that there was a military base not too far away from the road. We took a detour and headed over there in hopes of finding an ammo cache.
We were in luck! The base was surrounded by fencing with the entrance guarded by a mounted 50 cal (or some sort of machine gun) Someone popped on the gun while the rest of us searched the base.
I went up into one of the larger structures to get a better look. Scouting with my Binoculars I could see some zombies off on the horizon shambling our way. I shouted to my team-mates that they were coming. They had found a cache of ammo for our near depleted rifles and an old transport vehicle.
Bbbbrraatttt!!! The 50 cal rang out, and we knew the zombies were close. One of my squadmates hopped in the driver’s seat and positioned the truck ready to bust out the door. “Hop in!” he yelled. We all made our way down to the car, but while doing so I accidentally slipped off the stairs and fell 20 feet to the cold concrete below.
My legs were shattered. I began the slow army crawl towards the truck. I yelled out that I had broken my legs, and the truck began to back up towards me. I was able to hop in, but the few precious seconds we wasted to get me in the truck had given the hordes the time to catch up to us.
The man on the 50 cal was overwhelmed, and as he ran back towards us he was overtaken by a couple of fast moving zombies. Apparently they had made it in the back way somehow…
We should have checked the perimeter… this oversight cost a man his life, and my poor footing didn’t help either. Without a moment to ponder the death of our beloved comrade we gunned the engine and screamed out the gate. Lee looked over to me and said… oh shit…
This truck is almost out of gas.
I pulled out the map and frantically looked for a gas station. We were in luck, because there was one on the road ahead. We made our way to the gas station seeing zombies every couple of minutes running behind our truck. Lee quickly pulled into the gas station, and we began re-fueling. I hopped out the back and kept an eye out for zombies. Things were quiet… too quiet.
Suddenly Bob cried out that there were some up ahead. The pump was feeding us gasoline at an agonizingly slow rate. I hobbled my way to the front of the truck and began picking off zombies… there were far too many. After a while, I decided to turn around to check our rear.
You know what they say… “Ignorance is bliss” I wish I hadn’t seen what I did, hundreds of zombies behind us, closing fast. It was the horde that had accosted us at the army depot. I shouted to my team-mates that we had some company, and we all decided that we would have enough gas to make it the rest of the way. Everyone hopped in the truck and we were on our way.
Laughing about our escape, someone asked Will a question.
Wait… where was Will? He had missed the train out of zombieville. (I think he was AFK for the refueling and we forgot to wait for him) Silence held group hostage as thoughts of our courageous comrade danced in our heads. He would never get back to his wife and baby girl.
Damn these zombies. Damn them all.
After a short trip through the countryside and the circumnavigation of a surely zombie infested town, we were headed to the extraction point with mere minutes remaining.
“Something is wrong” commented Lee… “We are out of gas” We are going to have to leg it.
This is something I could not do, but seeing as we had gotten away from the large horde of zombies, we all began moving to the extraction point at a slowed pace. Things were going well, and the helicopter pad was in sight… as were a crowd of zombies heading down the road. Firing wildly into the group, several dropped. This caused the remaining live zombies to charge us. The helicopter would be landing soon, so we decided to go for broke and rush the compound. Unable to run, I continued to hobble as my comrades sprinted to the gates.
I took out some of the zombies heading towards my team-mates, but the rest of the horde overwhelmed me. I could still be heard shouting and firing my rifle even as the zombies were eating me alive.
Game over.
(My team-mates did get to the chopper and got airlifted out fine)
Such an awesome LAN party that was.
Anyone want to play some Arma zombie mod this weekend? I would totally be up for it.