Hitting the Mounds
Alright, so today was one of those days. Decided to finally check out the Mounds of Madness area in Grayzone. Heard some stuff about it, figured I’d see for myself. Got my kit sorted, nothing too fancy, didn’t want to lose the good stuff if things went south. Which, spoiler alert, they kinda did.
Took the chopper in, landed a bit off from the main site, trying to be clever. Sneaky approach, right? Well, seemed like everyone else had the same idea, or maybe no idea at all. The moment we started moving closer, it just erupted. Gunfire everywhere. Not just one team, sounded like a whole damn warzone condensed into that one spot.
The Thick of It
We tried pushing up the ridge. Bad idea. Got spotted instantly. Tracers whizzing past, explosions kicking up dirt. My buddy, Mark, tried laying down some cover fire. Don’t even know if he hit anything. I just hugged the ground, trying to figure out where it was all coming from. It was pure chaos. You couldn’t tell who was shooting at who half the time.
- Tried moving left, ran into another guy camping a bush. Barely won that fight.
- Tried falling back, more shots from behind. We were properly stuck.
- Lost track of Mark in all the confusion. Just yelling on comms, mostly static.
Spent maybe twenty minutes just crawling around in the dirt and bushes. Didn’t even see the actual ‘Mounds’ properly. Just glimpses of wrecked buildings and frantic movement in the distance. It really felt like madness. No plan survives contact, especially not there, it seems.
Getting Out (or Trying To)
Eventually, the shooting died down a bit. Not because people cleared out, probably just reloading or repositioning. Saw a chance to pull back. No sign of Mark. Called out, nothing. Made the decision to just leg it back towards where the chopper dropped us off. Couldn’t risk sticking around.
The run back was tense. Every shadow looked like an enemy. Jumped at every sound. Didn’t see anyone else, thankfully. Felt like I was the only one left alive, which probably wasn’t true, but it sure felt like it.
Made it back to the LZ. Called in the bird. Longest five minutes of my life waiting for it, scanning the trees. Got on board, heart pounding. Took a look at my gear. Scratched up, used half my meds, and for what? Didn’t complete any task, didn’t get any great loot. Just survived, barely.
So yeah, that was my trip to the Mounds of Madness. Lived up to the name. Not sure I’ll be rushing back there anytime soon. Need to rethink the strategy, or maybe just avoid the place altogether. Some spots just aren’t worth the headache. Mark eventually got back to base later, lost all his gear. Just another day in Grayzone, I suppose.
