Yesterday I read a treasure map which revealed a treasure chest right in the middle of the wasteland over 3k kilometers away. I had just read the book that allows me to walk over landmines, so I figured it wouldn’t be so bad.
Holy hell, was I wrong. The circumstances weighed heavily against me. The treasure was on one of those giant peaks of debris. That in itself was difficult enough. The moment I found the chest, I was relieved, but at that exact same moment a wandering horde showed up. This wasn’t the typical few zombies that show up on the trader quests the moment you open the chest. This was a treasure map chest, so I knew as soon as I heard them, I was in trouble.
They were 8. Nothing I wouldn’t normally handle, but the dogs in the area joined them. My shotgun took care of the dogs rather quickly, but not before they got a couple of bites in. Then, because I was just injured by the dogs, a few vultures joined in on the fun.
I made it out alive somehow... with the treasure. The treasure was crap this time, but I did get tons of feathers. However, none of that mattered at all. I was just thankful to have survived. Playing dead is dead is where moments like these come alive.