baz (DayZ)

Thanks for the double morphine tonight Dr. MewZ, you rock man!

FWIW, every single time I've been to the Elektro FD, the tower is wired (with noone inside). It didn't occur to me what was going on until this thread.

My first story submission... The sun was cooking my brain. Not like the cooked brains of the walking dead that lay in a heap in front of my newly found rifle. But it was hot as hell. I had found refuge in this barn in a small town just north of the coastline. After finding a powerful Infield, I dispatched one of the zombies hoping to sneak away. Yeah, right. Hordes came through the doors and I dropped them all with calculated blasts to the face. After reloading and getting my pack adjusted on my aching back, I low-stepped to the barn door and scanned the field above my position. The brain-dead weren't the only ones my rucous had attracted. Just outside of the yards perimeter, maybe 20 yards away, was a man lying the grass looking right at me. I hesitated. I knew better, too. I've lost close comrades when they chose not to fire, when they questioned their morals. They chose the high road. And they paid for it with their life. Those that I already know by name, I tell them, "Shoot first, think later." I broke my own code. But something wasn't right. Maybe it was simply because I was still alive even though he was looking right at me from the tall grass surrounding him. I tucked in behind the door with my shoulders against the wall. The sweat was burning my eyes. "What the hell is wrong with me?" I pushed my rifle back around the corner ready to fire at the prone figure, but he was on the move, crawling down the hill toward an adjacent ranch worker's bunkhouse to my left. To make matters more interesting, a couple of walkers picked up his scent and had began pummeling him. I expected him to fire back or perhaps try to escape, but he kept crawling. Was he already turning into one of them? What was his problem? The stress of the situation was replaced by comedy. I took joy in watching this man get accosted by two zombies. I was half hoping he would die right there so I could steal his possessions for myself. I was already thinking of one liners to yell at him, but this wasn't me. I was raised better than to let a man die like that, hostile or not. I aimed my rifle and fired to bullets. Both zombies dropped.... more dead. I cautiously made my way to his new position inside the bunkhouse. I could hear him wincing in pain, and breathing through his teeth. "It's my leg, it's broken. Can you help?" I felt awful. Lower than the zombies I just dispensed. He had no ammo to fend off his attackers and he was crippled by a previous accident so he couldn't flee. I could have.... should have acted sooner. I checked my pack. "I don't, but let me check the nearby buildings. Sit tight." I desperately crawled around another nearby barn but there was nothing. I knew it was unlikely that I would find anything to help him, but I wanted to give the man hope. Without medical assitance, he would certainly die. I ran back and told him the bad news. "But I know of another warehouse just across the field, I'll go check it." He layed there in agonizing pain, helpless. I was his only hope. I considered just putting him out of his misery right then. He wouldn't even need to know. Quick, painless. No, that wasn't me. This sick, twisted world we live in now does terrible things to a man if he lets it. I gave him a can of beans and a can of sardines to keep his mind off the pain while I scavanged for relief. While making my way to the nearby warehouse, I saw another survivor crouching in the grasses just outside the wall. I wonder if this would be the end of me. "I have a man in the barn over there that needs morphine, do you have any?" He remained still, looking off into the distance. No response... just a lifeless stare out to sea, almost like he was expecting some miracle ship to sail in and haul all of our asses to safety. "Hey man, do you have any morphine? My friend needs help!" He wouldn't make eye contact with me. He stood up and walked away like I wasn't there. That gave me the chills. I went through the factory like my life depended on it, because my newly found.... friend..... yes, friend.... his life did depend on it. But it was useless. There was nothing here. "Damn it all to hell!" Should I go back and tell him? What would I say? I don't think I could hand out that sort of disappointment. There were some small buildings nearby. Maybe. Just maybe. Ah, hell. Who was I kidding. I knew I wouldn't find anything to help him. I'm too much of a coward to go back to him and give him the fateful news. We'd both be better off if I continued on my way. Perhaps I would come across something and I could return to him. But he was too far away for me to tell him my plan, and I had come to far to go out of my way just to tell him there was no hope. The sky was bright and blue and a cheerful breeze brushed the tall grass back and forth around me. I looked back at the bunkhouse half a mile away, where he lay dying. "Goodbye friend" I whispered. I turned around and began walking down a lonely road, dirty tears running down my cheeks.

I like not having a weapon and food/water. But I agree that the zombie sensing ability makes it just a touch too time consuming to get a decent start. I can spend an hour crawling through small town only to find a bunch of crap I don't and nothing that I do need to survive. While I always take the stealth route, it's not very immersive and tense knowing that if I am spotted (which is quite likely with the latest version), I only have to stand up and run up a hill, then back down. The Z's commit suicide by running off the edge, like native American's doing a buffalo run.

I used to see this happen quite a bit but recently haven't noticed it. I've crawled up and down ramps, across railroad tracks, etc.... I do much more crawling now than before too since the z's have been "upgraded".

I love spawning with basically nothing. Makes it feel much more like survival.

I hate that it's going in this direction, but I'm about to have the same sentiment. I've only been playing two weeks or so and 80% of my deaths of come from other players. It's the same thing every single encounter... I surprisingly run into someone will travelling... usually close quarters. I look at him and then point my weapon to the ground. I start typing because he hasn't shot yet, then he shoots me. I never have any weapons worth having so it's apparent it's simply out of paranoia but it's getting old. However, I understand and don't hold it against them. After so many deaths in this manner, it's becoming more difficult to not just kill on sight. That's not the way I want to play but I feel like I have to. So far only one person (actually him and his buddy) haven't killed me. I saw he was bleeding and after chasing him around in circles for a bit, he let me patch him up. I want to be passive.... even good.... but it's difficult to do so when I'm rewarded with a bullet in my head 9 times out of 10.