Iíve got nothing better to do, unless I want to take my unarmed ATV and explore a little way through the Wasteland into areas I havenít been yet. Of course, thatís pretty much a no-go at the moment so I head on up to the others. Sure enough, theyíre right around the corner and up a winding track. Itís a pretty defensible camp and itís behind the walls of what looks like some kind of old treatment plant. I meet some new, well; I canít call them friends at the moment, people yes. I get some spiel about doing a job for an old woman, her armís missing and she has a replacement robotic one, it looks freaky. I donít stare Ė much...
So Junoís gone missing, and I can earn myself some kind of weapon if I do another little task for a guy. Yeah, I know how it works by now. I have to put my life on the line for people I donít know, to get things that will help me put my life on the line for people I do know. Itís a little one-sided I think, but then I remember Dan and the fact he saved my ass when anyone else would have turned me over to the Authority. Thereís a price on Ark Survivors and they fetch some pretty big bounties. Thatís if the Authority pays, and I donít like the sound of them one bit.
I make a quick trip back to Danís place, time to stock up on ammo and other goodies. I find that an old AK is in store, I sell a bunch of loot and a few other things I donít need. I have just enough cash for that rifle and it wipes me out, going to need some more dough if I want to keep on stocking up. Now I ride back and park the ATV right outside the place where I was told to go. Itís a simple pair of jobs, just get in, poke around and see if Juno is ok, whilst Iím there sort out the radio transmitter. Sure, easy.
It doesnít take long until I run into some gruff guys, with Union Jack face paint and body markings. Iím not sure who the hell they are, but theyíre armed to the teeth. I let the wingsticks do the talking and both are down before they can even scream out in alarm...so far and so good. Now I take things easily, sure Iíve got the ammo to have a few prolonged skirmishes thanks to these guys now, but Iím just getting started out here.
So I scope things out, spot a couple of the guys over on a far area. Theyíre moving around and just relaxing. No sign theyíve spotted me yet. I take advantage of that and line up the scope of the pistol with the markings on the guyís nose, pull the trigger and drop him in one. Itís a lucky shot though; usually it takes a few more rounds to put people down with this old thing. Now they know Iím here. So I get a few more shots off and wing his friend, his helmet goes flying and the next few take him down to the floor, he crawls out of sight.
I have to make my way onwards and now a friend of his has joined in, heís coming and the area is pretty clear. I donít waste ammo, I just throw the wingstick, it slams into his head and he drops like sack of potatoes. I get the wingstick back, rifle him for his money and spare ammo. I can hear the cursing from high above, the guy who I winged is still alive and it sounds like he managed to catch a second wind. No matter, as I round the corner I let him have it with the AK, it feels good, it kicks a lot but he canít escape the torrent of lead.
His body rocks from each shot and finally he drops. I do the same thing Iíve learned to do, rifle him for anything he might have spare and then move on. Itís all quiet now and I get closer to where Iím supposed to look for Juno. Iím not expecting to find him alive, not at all, but I do find something...as I enter this old place. Itís dark, itís creepy and its most of all deserted. Or at least I think that as I move through the broken hallway. I can hear something, it sounds inhuman...I prepare for the worst and come upon a figure crouched over another body.
Junoís being eaten, itís not one of these clan guys though; this bastard has ugly grey skin and misshapen arms. I throw the wingstick but my aimís off, careless, and it costs me. It clangs off the wall and breaks, he turns and as quick as a flash heís on me, snarling and slicing. The AK roars in the dark and soaks round after round before he finally goes down. There are more of them, I back off down the corridor and I can scarcely keep my gun steady as I deal with another of these damn critters. Itís over and they melt into nothing but goo, that turns my stomach and I try and find the tower where the radio transmitter is...I need out of the stench.