"I finally realized what DayZ is all about. All it takes is a little luck to do something amazing.
New life, new everything, nothing useful. Not even a crowbar or box of matches to my name, just a Mosin that I knew I would never find ammo for. I rummaged through a few buildings and found nothing but a Payday 2 Dallas mask, which I left alone. All of a sudden, I hear the words, “Hey, man! Friendly, friendly!” from behind me. I turn to see a player holding nothing but a shovel (turns out he came in from another server after just spawning in as well). A zombie appeared in the doorway to his left, and I yelled out a warning. We ran, but we both got hurt.
Three more zombies followed, and his shovel could only do so much. Through the cunning application of running in circles, he distracted the zombies long enough for me to bandage myself with a bandage he dropped for me, with barely any blood to spare. I did the same for him. Now, with three zombies at our backs, we ran into the void, unsure of which direction was north and with massive amounts of blood lost, but alive. And before we left, I turned around to see the player wearing the Dallas mask, and following close behind me. I trusted him.
We learned the hard way that trekking through the wilderness without sufficient supplies is ill-advisable at best, but we were desperate. As the last of our food and water ran out, we saw buildings on the horizon. A small town, whose name I still don’t know. In the middle of the town, a well, which we both drank from until we threw up. Inside the houses, just enough supplies to keep us going. A small horde chased us away from our new haven, and we were on the road again.
Instead of walking the main road, I suggested walking a few meters inside the treeline, out of common sense; in all apocalypse scenarios, the main roads are almost always riddled with traps and bandits.
No sooner than we jumped into the bushes my new partner hissed, “Oh ****, get down!” as two survivors passed by in the opposite direction on the main road just meters ahead of us. After that, he trusted me in the way I trusted him after he saved my life the first time we met. He questioned our choice not to talk to them, though, and I did as wel. It also got us thinking about other things, though, and after we found a pair of handcuffs the idea was solidified: ‘we might need to steal supplies’. We made an agreement that, if we found a lone survivor with no firearms, that we would attempt to hold him up with the ammoless Mosin. We would do what we needed to to survive, but we would not kill innocents.
Hills upon hills. Unending forest. Nothing but the glare of the south-setting sun (the sun sets in the south in DayZ, lol) and the dark shadows it cast on the ground. Small shacks here and there, but no supplies. No food. Nothing.
With a backpack full of empty space, I took to gathering literally anything I found, including all kinds of fruit that was long past its expiration date, which became our lifeline. We both became sick, him from the rancid fruit and me from engorging myself on massive amounts of pond water. But it kept us going. At one point we heard Slavic-sounding voices from the main road. We were glad we stuck to the treeline, and we crawled away without incident.
Two and a half hours of in-game trekking brought no new surprises. Our destination, one word: coast. That meant south, and it meant danger. Danger from the bandit hives of Cherno and Elektro, but necessary nonetheless. The hills opened into a clearing, and there ahead of us lay Elektro.
To our surprise the fire station wasn’t looted, and our luck turned drastically. A Magnum, a first aid kit for our injuries, food and water, ammunition…then it all went black. I write this upon the back of the New Testament because I don’t know if I’ll get out. He said to meet in the church if we ever got separated. After all we went through: the illness, the other survivors, the zombies, the loneliness...he said-"
(I glitched through the fire house wall and fell to my death. He picked up my stuff, and we met up in the church since I spawned near Elektro, luckily. I think we planned to play again tomorrow, so we'll see what happens then in my new DayZ chronicles.
This is the one game where I don't get mad if I die, by the way. I actually didn't rage when I Alpha'd through the fire station's third floor, lol.)
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