Shilka
Hardcore
Prologue
For 5 years I had been preparing for this one way trip, getting myself skilled in the basics of building, mining, farming, tool making, and familiarizing myself with whatever creatures I could encounter in the great unknown. The plan was simple, set off by boat, travel into the great unknown for as long as my rations would last, then step ashore a random spot and start all over, all on my own. My life had become tedious, predictable, dull. All of this was going to change, or I'd simply die trying.
Then came the day I felt ready. There were no goodbyes, I'd just disappear, so I snuck into my boat at darkness with a few weeks of rations and I set off...
Civilization was left behind quickly and easily, and for weeks I travelled rivers, lakes, even a small sea untill my rations started to get so low I decided to look for a place to step ashore.
Day 1
It was still early morning when I noticed the chest on the beach, flanked by two torches. Spotting it was like a devine sign, this had to be the place where my life would start over. I looked around; next to the small beach was reasonably dense jungle, on rolling hills. Across the water opposite of the beach were steep cliffs, low and high.
I steered my boat to the beach, stepped on the shore, turned around, and firmy pushed my boat back towards the center of the stream, watching it for a while as it floated away on the currents.
I turned around and walked towards the chest, which looked in surprisingly good condition, yet the sand around it seemed undisturbed, like the chest had always been there. I smiled when I looked inside. It indeed seemed like a devine sign, as there were the perfect contents inside for the infant stages of my adventures; a couple of wooden axes, some wood, planks and sticks, some bread and 6 apples. I had been so right to step ashore here!
I had expectedto be looking for food at day one, and probably running from creatures at the following night, but the contents in the chest offered me a head start. If I'd hurry I could have a shelter ready at dusk!
I quickly gathered the contents of the chest, took a deep breath as I looked across the water at the cliffs in the distance. If all would work out, I'd explore those cliffs sometime in the future, and I could already could picture myself scalling the steep walls with self made gear. But that was for the future...
I turned around and turned my attention to the jungle lining the beach. I quickly went for some smaller trees, chopping them up with the wooden axe, slowely, but steadily. As soon as i figured I had enough wood I started splitting it into planks, and quickly started on constructing a small shelter. It was simple but sturdy, and just large enouhg for the chest I had dragged in, a crude workbench I slapped together, and me sitting in a corner. As a final touch I made a crude but strong door, and the sun was already setting as I fixed it into place. I made it just in time!
I must admit the euforic feeling of the day quickly abandoned me at night. I could constantly hear zombies moaning in the distance, and hearing them in reality instead of reading about them in books was certainly a huge difference. I spent most of the night alternating between keeping a watchful eye on my door and dozing off for short bits. Doubt and fear plagued my mind, and only sunset managed to clear it from those.
Day 2
When I left the safety of my shelter, I was ready for anything dangerous, my axe clutched firmly in my hand. But the beach was deserted, whatever had been moaning in the night had either left or died. The refreshing beauty of early dawn gave me hope again, and the plan for today was simple.
I definately needed more wood, I wanted to make more tools, so I was planning on chopping wood all day, and scavenge for food while at it.
And so I did, one tree fell after another, and I came across a bunch of cocoa pods which I harvested. I also found some wild wheat, and managed to collect some seeds from it. The rhytmic chopping of my axe almost brought me in a trance, and I would have been chopping wood all day, were it not I almost fainted from hunger halfway the afternoon.
Preparing for this trip a couple of hours a day was one thing, but my body clearly wasn't used to this kind of prolonged labour. I really had to eat, so I decided at hauling the wood to my hut, where I ate both breads.
With some renewed energy, and some time in the day left I decided to make a wooden ho, and prepare some soil at the riverbank for the wheat seeds I had found. Except for the seeds and cocoa, I had found no food at all in the jungle, so I better start growing something fast while I still have some apples left!
When the darness fell I decided not to get distracted by any eerie sounds again. I concentraded on converting all wood into planks and sticks, and made a full toolset for the following day; a sword, and a whole bunch of shovels, axes and pick axes. When I finished them I sat down in the corner of my hut, and fell asleep content.
For 5 years I had been preparing for this one way trip, getting myself skilled in the basics of building, mining, farming, tool making, and familiarizing myself with whatever creatures I could encounter in the great unknown. The plan was simple, set off by boat, travel into the great unknown for as long as my rations would last, then step ashore a random spot and start all over, all on my own. My life had become tedious, predictable, dull. All of this was going to change, or I'd simply die trying.
Then came the day I felt ready. There were no goodbyes, I'd just disappear, so I snuck into my boat at darkness with a few weeks of rations and I set off...
Civilization was left behind quickly and easily, and for weeks I travelled rivers, lakes, even a small sea untill my rations started to get so low I decided to look for a place to step ashore.
Day 1
It was still early morning when I noticed the chest on the beach, flanked by two torches. Spotting it was like a devine sign, this had to be the place where my life would start over. I looked around; next to the small beach was reasonably dense jungle, on rolling hills. Across the water opposite of the beach were steep cliffs, low and high.
I steered my boat to the beach, stepped on the shore, turned around, and firmy pushed my boat back towards the center of the stream, watching it for a while as it floated away on the currents.
I turned around and walked towards the chest, which looked in surprisingly good condition, yet the sand around it seemed undisturbed, like the chest had always been there. I smiled when I looked inside. It indeed seemed like a devine sign, as there were the perfect contents inside for the infant stages of my adventures; a couple of wooden axes, some wood, planks and sticks, some bread and 6 apples. I had been so right to step ashore here!
I had expectedto be looking for food at day one, and probably running from creatures at the following night, but the contents in the chest offered me a head start. If I'd hurry I could have a shelter ready at dusk!
I quickly gathered the contents of the chest, took a deep breath as I looked across the water at the cliffs in the distance. If all would work out, I'd explore those cliffs sometime in the future, and I could already could picture myself scalling the steep walls with self made gear. But that was for the future...
I turned around and turned my attention to the jungle lining the beach. I quickly went for some smaller trees, chopping them up with the wooden axe, slowely, but steadily. As soon as i figured I had enough wood I started splitting it into planks, and quickly started on constructing a small shelter. It was simple but sturdy, and just large enouhg for the chest I had dragged in, a crude workbench I slapped together, and me sitting in a corner. As a final touch I made a crude but strong door, and the sun was already setting as I fixed it into place. I made it just in time!
I must admit the euforic feeling of the day quickly abandoned me at night. I could constantly hear zombies moaning in the distance, and hearing them in reality instead of reading about them in books was certainly a huge difference. I spent most of the night alternating between keeping a watchful eye on my door and dozing off for short bits. Doubt and fear plagued my mind, and only sunset managed to clear it from those.
Day 2
When I left the safety of my shelter, I was ready for anything dangerous, my axe clutched firmly in my hand. But the beach was deserted, whatever had been moaning in the night had either left or died. The refreshing beauty of early dawn gave me hope again, and the plan for today was simple.
I definately needed more wood, I wanted to make more tools, so I was planning on chopping wood all day, and scavenge for food while at it.
And so I did, one tree fell after another, and I came across a bunch of cocoa pods which I harvested. I also found some wild wheat, and managed to collect some seeds from it. The rhytmic chopping of my axe almost brought me in a trance, and I would have been chopping wood all day, were it not I almost fainted from hunger halfway the afternoon.
Preparing for this trip a couple of hours a day was one thing, but my body clearly wasn't used to this kind of prolonged labour. I really had to eat, so I decided at hauling the wood to my hut, where I ate both breads.
With some renewed energy, and some time in the day left I decided to make a wooden ho, and prepare some soil at the riverbank for the wheat seeds I had found. Except for the seeds and cocoa, I had found no food at all in the jungle, so I better start growing something fast while I still have some apples left!
When the darness fell I decided not to get distracted by any eerie sounds again. I concentraded on converting all wood into planks and sticks, and made a full toolset for the following day; a sword, and a whole bunch of shovels, axes and pick axes. When I finished them I sat down in the corner of my hut, and fell asleep content.