'A Vile Force of Darkness has arrived!'
The outpost's first seige of infected is here before the end of our first autumn, 15 of them vs 6 poorly equiped minutemen. We just recently got our first fire-safe materials (Native Coppertin Ore) and haven't got any sort of mechanisms, traps, or fortifications yet.
The order was given that one of ours take a favored weapon...the stupid sum' bitch went out with his hands. Not one of the bats, not one of the shivs, his
hands. Everyone in the squad died, except for a gunman who decided to take a nap in the hospital. The infected had only one casualty, which the commander took before they swarmed him.
"Have ye' locked the doors yet?" Asks old One Arm to Clavus the Medic
"Right after they went ou-out." He stutters back. It was an old habit that One Arm detested.
"Any of 'em friends a yers?"
"I saw a few of them once or twice. They were p-putting up p-p-part of the wall."
"Shame that."
"T-T-Truly. Oh saviors we hardly knew ye'."
*One Arm spits on Clavus' shoe*"Quiet, I meant the graves. I'll need t' be digging more graves."
*One arm hobbles off muttering*"Pssh. I lose my frien's an arm an' a leg an' they say 'So sad!' Those good fer nuthins die an its like 'they've sav-ved us!' Didn't even get rid of the bloody beasties."
That's right before an infected decides to break down our front door. They wait out there a bit and then charge in maisma blazing. All but the medic and gunman were killed immediately. The gunman was let out of his barracks to wall up the entrance when I thought they left, turns out they were hiding in the miasma. Half a month later they break down the only important door in the fortress and kill the medic.
I love this game ^_^