So my buddy and I decided to head up to the NWAF for some nice loot; however, although we were expecting the worst, we did not quite see this coming. It was a dark, desperate night time in Chernarus. My comrade and I were travelling through the immense darkness with no form of illumination besides the bleak shining of our flashlights. Our journey to the Northwest Airfield was nearly finished; we were coming extremely close. However, in that terrible darkness on that terrible night, I made the mistake of taking a wrong turn in the midst of Lopatino, a rather crummy town. My poor ally and I trekked for miles to the north, waiting for the final right turn that would never come. 30 minutes passed. We realized we weren't getting anywhere. And on top of that, we were hungry and thirsty. Our supplies were running dangerously low. We finally decided to turn around and head back south to Lopatino. However, fate had other plans for us. While running south down the long, rugged road to Lopatino, we made yet another mistake in navigation. In the darkness with the little light we had, we took to the wrong road when the path split. To the right, we went, without even knowing that there was a left... a left path straight to Lopatino. Now, we were starving. In order to stay alive, we had to munch on unappetizing packets of powdered milk, which of course didn't last us very long. The sun was rising, ever so slightly. Eventually, we could see again. But also eventually, we realized that we were lost yet again. Taking another look at the map on the DayZDB website, I was shaken by a sudden realization. We were going down a road that went straight to the edge of the map. Not to Lopatino. Definitely not to the Northwest Airfield. No, we were going nowhere. Our poor bodies couldn't take it anymore. Our thirst and hunger were bringing to us our demise. Thinking quickly, my partner and I quickly broke off of the road, traversing into the unforgiving wilderness. We ran and ran and ran, deeper and deeper. If my estimations were correct, which I myself was beginning to doubt, the trajectory we were running at would bring us right to Lopatino, or at least some sort of civilization. As the sun rose higher, our souls diminished more. The world started losing all of its color. Our sight became shrouded in a blur. We were dying, and we were dying fast. While my friend could still somewhat see some colors, my vision was entirely black and white. I hadn't much more time to live. Finally, ahead of us, tediously close yet tediously far, was a brick house. We could die, or we could live, all depending on this brick house. My partner and I, both hyperventilating and dying, flew through the doors of the moderately sized house. There, right in front of us, was a shelf with food and water on it. We both ran for the shelf, but our world was suddenly overturned by tragedy, for right there, one meter in front of the shelf, was where I lost consciousness. My partner, now fed and hydrated, desperately attempted to awaken me. With a defibrillator in his hands, he tried again and again to snap me out of my unconscious state. But, to no avail. In our Skype call, we both agreed. I was not waking up, and all that was left to do was to properly end my life; a much preferable way of dying than the "respawn," button. At my request, my comrade began reading to me a chapter from Alice in Wonderland, a book we had along with us since we were fresh spawns on the coast. When it was done, we both fell into silence as my buddy took out his splitting axe and began hacking at my motionless body. Finally, I was deceased. All alone, lacking the essentials to survive, isolated, with no more will to stay alive, my ally stormed out of the lifeless and depressing brick house where his partner had just died; where he was just forced to kill his friend and end his misery. Outside of the house was the shabby town of Lopatino, where the final chapter of our adventure began, and where it, along with the entire story itself, would soon end. The lone survivor, once a partner by my side, now flung himself towards the few, scattered zombies that roamed. He had finally given up; he had no more reason to live. Now, as he was being eaten by the carnivorous denizens of Lopatino, the little life that remained within him was being eviscerated and torn apart. What was going on inside of his head when this was happening may never be known, but one thing was certain. By dying here, the lone survivor would once again be able to reunite with his lost comrade. By dying here, this story would end, but a new one would begin. So it was there that morning on December 28, 2013, that the lone comrade gave himself to the zeds of Lopatino, bringing an ultimate end to his life and to that story. And so, just like that, the lives of the two survivors ended tragically. Just like that, the story ended tragically. However, the cycle never stops. The cycle merely continues.
