I started off almost straight away fucking up and only getting to loot one house; before getting chased into the forest by the undead. I was kind of hurt, but did find a farm to look at. I ripped a squirrel corpse from the barbed wire fence and also took some edible plants from the fields (I ate them.). I went to the barn and had a look around but it was full of fuck and all; so I had a look at the room where the ex-inhabitants were. Opening the door to the central hut gave me a surprise when I realised how many zombies were in there. So I ran. Again. I ended up at another farm after shaking my pursuers. Now; THIS farm had a functioning pickup truck parked out front. Not much fuel, but what can you do.
I looted the house there and left. At this point, I'd pretty much decided that this character was doomed. I'd found a first aid kit so I patched up my legs; then went to the truck. I drank half a bottle of whiskey and went a-driving. Please note that I had no driving skill, so handling this was very fun.
I kept driving until I found a settlement. The population ran out into the streets to greet me. And by population, I mean of zombies. And by "greet", I mean throw themselves under my pickup. This kept on going through the entire main road through the town. When I exited the town I braked and turned around. Then did it again. This time I lit up a cigar that I stole from the farm. But halfway through I lost control going at 90 kmph and slammed into the corner of the police station. The remnants of the pickup kept going for a while and killed a zombie police officer inside the building. I unbuckled myself, escaping completely unharmed, and walked into the station.
I then walked out, through the cells, into the main room and then exited the building. After that I ended up stood in the middle of the street, surrounded by zombies. What was left of the pickup was sort of within reach; but was badly damaged and covered in bits of wall, so it probably wasn't viable. So I did what any respectable DF player would choose.
I tried to finish off the whiskey.
Zombies were on every side, but I managed to dodge most of their attacks. And on the turn where I tried to get the last bit of booze from the bottle, on of the zombies scored a critical hit on my torso and killed me. Bottle in hand and cigar in mouth. Wearing only some very tattered jeans, a backpack, and a scarf.
Cataclysm: Dark Days Ahead