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Story continued in "Birth of a Bandit Day 2&3" http://dayzmod.com/forum/index.php?/topic/121621-birth-of-a-bandit-day-2-3-dayz-fan-fiction-warning-its-long/

Day 2 & 3: initiated Day 3, 18:00hrs Bearing 155-065 The steady whump, whump, whump of the rotor blades above me signalled the arrival of my ride. It was remarkable how quickly I had adjusted to my new situation. It seemed like a life time ago that my only concern was fending off starvation and thirst. I recalled the many nights spent alone, wondering around abandoned towns with some kind of nostalgic fondness. Now, as I shielded my eyes from the billowing clouds of dust kicked up beneath the blades of the beast above, I turned my thoughts to my newest concern. Reports had come in that a military scouting party had come under fire in the hills to the north. They had been in some kind of aircraft but it was unclear of their fate. More to the concern of my superiors was the fate of their arsenal than the men it belonged to. I’m told that this would be a simple recon mission but I know better. The men around me had created quite an impression on the still human inhabitants of this land. Now we had a price on our heads and there were bounty hunters out to collect. As the helicopter settled into a low hover a mere 3 feet above the ground, our leader jumped out, boots thudding to the ground. His stare still gave me goose bumps and I couldn’t relax in his presence. The others called him King, I still wasn’t sure if this was a title or name but they would tell you he was fitting of both. Nods were exchanged and I knew to take my position on the mounted heavy machine gun at the door of the helicopter. King jumped into the navigator seat of the chopper and we lifted off into the early evening sky. The sun sinking below the horizon created a deep red shadow across the land. Most of our missions took place at night, we were living in a dangerous land and the darkness was a constant ally to us. Of course the key to turning this into an advantage was the impressive number of resources available to this band of mercenaries. Long before I had joined this outfit they had stockpiled military grade munitions in numerous spots around the land. Night vision goggles were common place amongst the others and I had been issued with my pair the night before when I was assigned door gunner duty… Previous day, 19:00hrs, Chernarus. It had all happened so fast, I’d had a long day of honing my axe skills on unsuspecting innocents. It was something I simultaneously loathed and enjoyed. I’d called for a helicopter evac after a close shave with an unseen sniper and we were flying along the coast shortly after. I was sitting in one of the seats at the rear of the helicopter when reports of contact ahead drifted back from the cockpit. The pilot swung the bird into a steady descent angling the door gunner toward a building below. We had reached around 50 feet when King commanded the gunner to open fire. The first shots from the heavy machine gun started raining down on the roof of the building. I saw a shape scrambling for cover but he was too slow and the rounds too fast. The bullets tore through his body and I watched as what was left fell from the building to the street, the zombies below grateful for the meal. We were just setting off in search of other targets when a sniper round impacted nearby. I called out to my comrades asking if anyone was hit. Response came back from the pilot that it was a lousy shot and we’re all fine. No sooner had the words left his mouth than the gunner on the door slumped forward and promptly fell out into the night. I desperately scanned the skyline for a parachute but none opened. I had barely registered what had happened before I was pushed into his position. The seat still warm and the blood covering the handle of the gun I was asked to wield. I told them I couldn’t see a damn thing, Night vision goggles were thrust into my hands. I didn’t tell them that it was the tears that blurred my vision. Present Day 18:20hrs: Location Unknown A jolt of turbulence brought me back to the present. We had been scouring the landscape searching for any sign of the downed military party for around 20 minutes without any joy. The towns below were quiet with only the occasional glimpse of an undead wondering away from the heard. I found it peculiar that they chose to often roam in groups rather than alone, it made them seem almost conscious and in charge of their own thoughts. Although I sensed the behaviour was far more primal than this. As I rested on the sturdy frame of the heavy machine gun watching the landscape flash by, dusk slowly becoming night, I thought I caught a glimpse of light on the horizon. For a brief second it was there and then it was gone. Regardless I knew better than not to report it so I called it in to the pilot. Immediately I heard the rotors groan as the pilot asked our bird to change course. As the helicopter banked around and we approached the area, my report was justified by the sight of a blazing military helicopter sitting on its underbelly. The tail was snapped in half and the rotors lay in pieces around its carcass. This must be the scouting party we were searching for. The surrounding area was deserted and a scan of the hills turned up nothing unusual. Apart from the blazing wreckage below us, all seemed silent. It gave me the creeps. The chopper started its steady descent and eventually came to a rest alongside the wreckage. King gave the command to disembark and although it seemed peaceful outside I still grabbed an assault rifle from the hold. It was an old and battered relic from days gone past, but it could still do plenty of damage when up close and felt comfortable in my grip. I was the first out. I stumbled slightly as I attempted to adjust my footing on the uneven terrain before proceeding to try and check our perimeter. However, it was futile. The light from the inferno that engulfed most of the helicopter stopped me from seeing beyond. It was pointless to wear the night vision, the equipment was exceptional at amplifying low light to allow you to see, albeit in a permanent green glow, but was absolutely useless when faced with a bright light. Flares were often thrown out to take advantage of this fact and disrupt any snipers wearing the goggles. I was just going to give the nod for the rest of the guys to join me when I heard a low groan coming from the hold of the downed helicopter. No, it couldn’t be. Nothing could survive a crash of this magnitude. But there it was again, this time longer and more desperate. I couldn’t ignore it, I sprinted around toward the side door of the chopper, whoever was in there had heard me, they started banging on the door. “I’m here, it’s ok” I yelled, the banging grew more frantic at the sound of my voice. Thankfully the flames stayed around the main rotor of the craft, it seemed some fuel leak kept the blaze atop the beast and only the occasional drop brought a trickle of flames down around me. I grasped at the twisted metal, trying to find a finger hold but the door was closed tight. I eventually found a crack and tried to pull, but it was stuck. I called the guys for help but they were already looting the numerous guns which had spilled from the hold. The banging on the other side became more frantic, it sounded like there may be others trapped in there. No one answered my calls but it was evident they were struggling. The heat within the hold must have been climbing, the fire on the top showed no signs of slowing and the intensity only increased….. To be continued....

"Fear is a virus here, spread by murder" - unknown author Part 2: We were left alone, the 2 of us. Just for a while. I strain my ears to try and pick up on the conversation taking place on the other side of the headlamps. it's pointless, their voices are muffled, like they are talking from behind a rag, or possibly a towel? The glare from those burning lights is starting to give me a headache. I try to focus on the groans of the undead coming from the nearby town, anything to distract from the sound just beyond the door. A sound of slurping and tearing, contented groans coming from the feeding beasts beyond. I grieved for a man I had never spoken to. A clatter, something slides toward me. Thrown from beyond the light. As it comes to rest at my feet I see a glint of light reflecting back from a sharpened surface.. could it be? I reached down, the smooth well worn wooden handle felt comfortable as I wrapped my hands around it. I had been given a gift, an axe, common around these parts. The locals chopped alot of their own wood for their stoves. I imagined the winters were quite severe. During my time wondering this hellish landscape I had become accustomed to wielding this weapon, it felt natural in my hands and I felt a surge of confidence come to me. Could I catch them unaware? would I be quick enough? I look up to see the dark circle of a gun barrel staring back into my eyes. It was the driver of my car from earlier, he's closer now. I can see his features, his eyes are unblinking, his short cropped hair is definitely military. However the camo clothing that covers his body is more of a give away. Who are these guys? My new found confidence wilting away within me. The gravity of my situation dawning on me and weighing hard on my soul. Before I could ponder the reason for the axe any questions I had were answered. Another axe, identical to mine landed at the feet of my companion. Had it really only been 30 minutes since we were picked up? Was he a companion or is he a rival? He grabbed at the axe, unfamiliar hands desperate to find purchase on the smooth handle. I saw his mind working the possibilities that lay ahead. I saw hope build within his shoulders. I saw the very same hope fade as he looked up and was faced with the same unblinking eye of an assault rifle as I. I knew from the moment he looked up that our time here together was almost over. It was apparent before the words were said what was to come next. But words were said anyway. "YOU will fight, only one will survive. If you run, you will be shot, if you refuse to fight, you will be shot. if you ask questions, you will be shot.... any questions?" Fight It happened so fast, I raised my axe just in time to parry a clumsy overhead swing from my opponent. I couldn't believe it, he had attacked me but yet I understood it. I retaliated, the axe comfortable in my grip, I swung it effortlessly at my opponent. his resistance was impressive at first but quickly faded in the face of my superior skills, honed from weeks of living in the wilderness. Each blow I rained down did more damage, my vision became blurred, at first by rage but then by the sheer carnage I was causing. Days, weeks, months of frustration channelled through my arms and into the axe. Eventually it was over. I was a victor, but I took no joy from what I had done, my sobs betrayed my true feelings. The men around me quickly removed what was left of the man I had never spoken to. Lest the zombies be attracted. I was ordered to stand facing the wall. I had no fight left, I wearily obliged. The sound of cocked weapons greeted my back. Was this really the conclusion of their great plan? I couldn't fight, I could barely muster a sob. I awaited my fate. The first shot was quickly followed by 30 more. After the gun smoke had subsided and the echos had left the walls. I found myself slumped on the floor. Was this heaven? Had I finally reached a conclusion to this nightmare? I heard cheering, was that the angels? I slowly came to my senses. I was still gripping the axe. I checked for holes, I had none about my body. I was intact? How could this be. I glanced up at the wall and there I saw the conclusion to my journey, a masterpiece created from carnage. A perfect silhouette of my body, created by bullet impacts. I had emerged from the ashes, I found my head wrapped in a towel. I now matched my captors.... no my friends. End Found footage should be available once terms have been negotiated with the local who found it.. I'll link to it then.

This story is based on true events. No names were changed and some Bambi's were hurt in the making of this story: “A man chooses, a slave obeys.” What of the man who chooses to obey, and become a slave? Chernarus, 20/01/2012 - Approx 9pm Local time 4 Heavily armed men were spotted patrolling the south coast of Chernarus. They rode in 2 police cars and were seen to be hostile toward locals. They were witnessed engaging in numerous firefights, at one point they engaged a helicopter gunship and emerged victorious, this was clearly a well trained and heavily armored squad. A number of bodies lay in their wake, however, this is not the disturbing part of this report. What follows next comes from eye witness accounts and the account of 1 anonymous individual.... I had just awoken on the coast, I gotta admit I was feeling groggy, I had just been shot in the forest and had no idea how I had come to be here. I'd lost all my gear so I set off in search of food and shelter, I just hit the road when a police car with its lights off screeched up to me. 2 guys pointing rifles at me told me to get in. I did as I was told. What choice did I have? They were heavily armed and I was in no position to argue. As we set off I saw another police car ahead of us and another individual was forced out into the middle of a major city. I was told he was like me. Whatever that ment. The 2 cars sped away from the city as I glanced behind I saw this man run toward the hospital. Had they injured him? was this my fate too? It seems not, I'm told i'm being initiated. The passenger of the car i'm in tells me I have a few tasks ahead, if I pass they'll arm me and let me join them. If I refuse or fail, they'll leave me at the side of the road. The menace in his voice tells me that's not an option I would like. News comes in from the lead police car, the man they had let out in the city has been successful in his task, he calling for a pick up. Task? What task was he set? I don't have long to ponder before we're speeding back toward the city. We are are 1 click out when a loud high powered shot booms out from ahead. I'm informed it's a sniper, I have no idea what to expect but the car i'm in suddenly lurches forward, gathering more speed. As we approach the pick up point of the "guy like me" I see the target of the sniper. he's lying in the road, surrounded by medical supplies, none of which will be any use to him now. The lead car radios back that it's too dangerous to stop and if he isn't dead yet, the zombies will have him. We speed off, leaving the poor soul to his fate. I can only wonder what is my fate? It's not long before I find out, I'm informed that i'll be dropped off in the next town. i'm to collect medical supplies from the hospital there and radio in for a pick up. If I complete this mission I will be given another 2 before becoming one of them. As i leave the car I can't help but consider running, but I know it would be futile, they would find me and honestly, i'm intrigued. I set off in search of medical supplies, I can't help but think i'm collecting these for something more sinister than simply resupplying their camp. But I continue on. It's not long before my bags are full and I call for pick up. Zombies are crowding my position and i'm sure I heard shots from the docks. 1 car screeches to my location, it's the same 2 guys from earlier except now, there appears to be another person in the back. He's unarmed and the look on his face tells me he didn't choose to be picked up. I jump in, I try to protest to them taking another but I'm silenced with the butt of a rifle to the nose. I know my place. I put the loot in the rear of the car and await my fate. We move on up the road, as we join up with the lead car I see they too appear to have aquired another passenger. he's banging on the windows, he looks terrified. I can't help but pity the guy, his situation a mirror of my own. Am I pitying myself? After what seems like an age of driving we finally pull up alongside a warehouse, it has 2 double doors and it appears like we're in a dock? Where are we? the doors are opened and the 2 police cars pull in. They position the cars so the side wall is illuminated from their crossed headlights, creating a spotlight against the tired and flaking wall. We're finally marched out of the cars and told to line up against the wall, the light is blinding. I can't see my captors but I can see the 2 others "like me". It's curious but their outfits resemble mine, the difference lies in their faces, they seem frightened. eyes darting left to right, unsure what to expect. We are told to settle down, without the words. The 3 gun barrels aimed at us do all the talking. It's at this point that one of the big doors slides open. In walks a man, or is it more than that? he commands respect of those around him. My skin develops goose bumps in his presence. I am left in no doubt he is in charge. The fate of us all rest with this man. He marches toward us as he speaks, his gruff voice demands that we are going to play a game. Questions and answers. He asks for a volunteer to go first. The other 2 seem to barely register the command, so I do it. I'm scared, but if they wanted to, they could end us anytime. I'm asked how I heal a broken leg, can this be true? Is this the question.. I stutter my answer, I'm told to speak up. So with more bravado than I possess I shout "MORPHINE". ... I'm told to sit. This went on, easy questions given to each of us in order. Each of us answering in turn. Until, one of us stumbled, he was asked and he could not provide the answer. He started to panic, stuttering, looking to each of us, his eyes begging asking what his mouth could not. I knew the answer, but equally I knew my fate should I venture it. Someone starts a countdown, 5.4.3...2.. with as much grace as a fleeing gazzelle my fellow captive springs to his feet, he dashes to the door. A shot rings out. It glances him, blood squirts out. he stumbles but he makes it to the door. he's quickly followed by 1 man. Silence follows. Suddenly 3 shots ring out followed by a groan and the drawn out death rattle of a desperate man. So this is death. The executioner walks back in, wiping blood from his face. His glare dares us to run. We know better. Part 2 on it's way.....

I can't speak highly enough of what these guys are doing, it's a real breath of fresh air and a unique way to play the game. Here's a little (long) story about my recent experience with TMW. Posted on their forums and copied here for the masses.... Yesterday evening (20/09) I found myself in a spot of trouble. I had been "sightseeing" in a tractor west of Lapatino when I lost control heading down a steep incline. It was the middle of the night and I didn't see the tree until I thudded into it with a sickening crunch. I was thrown from the wreckage, before losing consciousness I saw I was bleeding and in shock but no broken bones. Additionally I heard the beginnings of a fire starting from the tractor. Knowing I'd been carrying 2 full jerry cans of fuel on board I was bracing myself for the worst... Now the character I was on was fully loaded with loot I couldn't bear to lose, so during moments of conciousness I tuned my radio (teamspeak) to the TMW channel and proceeded to wait for help. It wasn't long before the dispatch officer had assessed my situation and dispatched a heli along with 2 of its finest... TMW Seddrick and Freeiman. Due to my remote location we knew it would be difficult to find me, no accurate co-ordinates and only a dodgy at best description of my last known location was not gonna make this easy. But the guys persisted, initially looking for the tractor wreckage by moonlight after over 30 mins with no joy we switched tactics. Using echo location by the way of gun shots we were able to triangulate my position, as the guys moved closer and closer on each attempt my blood was draining more and more. This was a true race against time. All of a sudden the radio crackled to life “I have visual on the tractor, repeat Tractor is sighted”... TMW Seddrick, the words couldn’t sound sweeter. Now that we had my location the guys got in position, time was critical my vision was pulsing from light to dark, blood was all but drained.. we had 1 shot at this. The bandages came first, they worked!! the blood flow from my many wounds slowed and stopped. A transfusion was attempted, nothing, it had failed. The medic deemed I needed to regain consciousness, an epi-pen was administered, a shot of adrenalin to the heart and I was up and on my feet, what little blood I had was racing. Another transfusion attempted.. and success… vision returned to normal. I set eyes on my saviours, the patience they had shown in locating me along with the skill of orienteering through such difficult terrain was second to none. I was forever in the debt of these 2 guys. I wanted, no I needed to reward these saints, the Tractor was as expected, wrecked. All the items it carried destroyed, I rummaged through my bags. “Please take something” I pleaded… I was carrying an L85, a DMR plus an Mk48 Mod.. Rangefinders.. Gps.. I would of given it all. But the guys wanted nothing, Freeiman took a pepsi, I was ashamed, I had left a mountain dew in the tractor. It was a far more fitting drink for a champion. Thanks guys, you’ve inspired me and restored my faith in the Dayz player base. I will still avoid people in my quest for survival but have faith, if you ever see me in your travels, I won’t shoot you, not anymore… I’ve found TMW. -Trev