Day 2: Finally managed to find a server where it was day, so I struck out from what i presumed was the south coast heading north. I wandered into a gas station where I found more beans, road flares, and makarov mags but no water or any other useful loot. I continued on "north" and stumbled across a barn and farm house which I promptly raided. At this point I began to suspect that my sense of direction was off, and my fear was confirmed when I stumbled across the north eastern airfield. Thinking that this was a stroke of good fortune I slowly maneuvered my way into the southern hanger, and saw my first fellow survivors. As I was trying to lower my weapon and type a greeting the two bastards gunned me down with their makarovs.
At least I found a working server.
