Nicko (DayZ)

The loot within a helicopter crash site respawns upon server restart!

The sun was swollen and slowly dipping through the distant clouds as I spawned in the town of Prigorodky. My hopes were low and ravaged from a recent, let's say 'unfortunate' experience with another survivor, my beans and coke being to much of a lure for his conscience. Yet, this was behind me, and I soon set forth to scavenge for my oh-so-precious supplies, food, water and a gun. I searched the desolate town, avoiding zombies left, front right and centre. Their moans didn't deter me, I was a man on a mission. Yet, as I was slowly tossing over the thought to head for Elektrozavodsk, a slight glimmer of pure glee filled the corner of my eye. Their, as if placed by the god, Rocket, himself, was an ATV. I, being only a petty mortal of a DayZ player, had only came across a vehicle once before. And, even then, upon running over a survivor and honking the horn, a fatal server reset put me back to square one. However, this was different, this was perfect. I scurried towards the vehicle, wedged between both a fence and an unfortunate zombie's corpse. I, overpowered by my need for speed and itch for another pancake survivor, hurried towards the vehicle and put my foot to the throttle. It stalled. I tried to reverse out of the awkwardly placed fence again. It wasn't going anywhere. The fuel tank was empty, clearly the works of another lucky individual, instead deciding to leg it out on foot instead of trying to keep his prize. I thought to myself, "Shit, maybe jerry cans are useful for something," trying to dull the pain of a vehicle so close to hitting the highways. However, as tears started to form and noses sniffle, I remembered something, something which would seem to bite me in the ass later. The great, monolithic, concrete jungle-like complex just in the outer limits of Chernogorsk, a place where many a survivor had died before, having similar hopes to what I had on that day. I imagined the riches left behind from an era long ago, wheels, jerry cans, engines, JERRYCANS. I dazed and day-dreamed no more, I had a plan. I scouted the nearby buildings for my first piece of weaponry, a bloodstained, rusty hatchet, a near perfect fit for my weathered and sweaty palms. I headed west, sticking the tree lines, away from the zombies which would much appreciate the inclusion of my brains for their next meal. The sun sunk lower and lower into the horizon, a faint tinge of darkness engulfing the land of Chernarus. The vivid reds and oranges too sunk lower and lower into dark greys and deep blues. Yet, I continued, heading west, heading west for the ATV which desperately waited for me. My food and drink meters, following the trend of the darkening sun, grew in their distaste for me. I could hear my stomach rumble. I emerged from the tree line, high up on a hill. I had a fantastic vantage point, seeing miles in every direction. In front of me stood the mammoth complex, a faint ember billowing from within it's concrete containment. Zombies slowly marched around the premise, as if guards of an age long passed. I skid down the hill, pleased with the newly acquired hunting knife I had found atop the hill itself. It glistened in the disappearing sunlight, just like my hopes for the jerry can I so desperately desired. I crawled upon the cold, harsh concrete, eager to find my cornucopia of loot and pleasure. I had easily slipped past the web of zombies and their piercing eyes. However, just as I entered a long, dark and mysterious hallway, I heard something. One moan, only one. I franticly turned around, my heart punching its way through my chest. I stood up, readied my hatchet and readied myself for battle. Yet, nothing came. I stood there, frozen, a hatchet lifted above my shoulders, ready to strike. Yet, nothing came. With the threat of approaching darkness, I continued. Once again I heard a groan, coming from what seemed, above me. As well as this, a stench of death filled my nostrils, a swarm of flies loudly buzzing in the near vicinity. Yet, Once again I heard the moan, louder and more violent than before. Suddenly, a zombie, dressed in wretched overalls and a plain t-shirt, came, ever so slowly, towards me. I panicked, ran towards him and sliced his torso from his legs. He fell to the ground, not so much as giving off a sound. I finally cleared the hallway, and found myself in the inner sanctuary of the abomination of a building. In it, all I found was a barrel, standing tall against the might of a fire, quietly sustained within its walls. By the barrel was a lone survivor, haemorrhaging blood from his lower leg. I slowly approached his corpse, trying not to rattle the dead man's soul. I carefully opened his backpack and found nothing more than a can of coke. If of nothing else, the carbonate liquid displaced the taste of death within my gums. I continued, climbing the near endless tower. The sun further shrank and shrank over the sea, the barrel below me emitting a light strong enough to guide me through he tower's labyrinth of stairwells and floors. As I was about to give up, much like the ATV before it, I found a jerrycan, closely hugging the edge of the very top floor. Hidden by zombies, ladders and concrete, I had found it, and, might I add, full too. I, in a moment of misplaced heroism, sprinted down the floors to the very base. I immediately came to regret this decision as I found a herd of zombies patiently waiting for me on the bottom floor. I backed myself into a corner, scared of the darkness and the eyes, the brightly glowing eyes, of my aggressors. I could see into their minds, filled with nothing but death and anger. I, for the second time that night, readied my axe, now nothing less than an extension than my body. I bled upon my first injury, ignoring it while I and the zombies alike were in a blood frenzy. I hacked, severed and chopped while they swiped, clawed and gnawed. All the while my muscles and mind faulted over my desperate need for food. However, as the mist and dust had settled over the newly born night, I reigned victorious. I bandaged myself, stopping the constant flow of blood through what seemed to be every part of my body. I was alive, had my jerry can and high hopes. I trekked out of the limits of Chernogorsk, finding my way back towards the tree line and the safety it brought. However, as I sprinted through the forest, trampling ferns and bushes, I found a boar. My stomach craved for its flesh, wanting to eat it raw. I chopped the boar to pieces, carving it up with my conveniently found hunting knife. I still yearned for food, the raw meat the boar provided not good enough for my needs. As I stood there, besides the desecrated body of the boar, I could visualise the fire raging inside the concrete monstrosity. I could remember its warmth, prickling against my cold skin. My stomach demanded food, and I was in no position to fight it. I hurried back towards the complex, my backpack filled with food to last me throughout the apocalypse. My axe, now a veteran in terms of weaponry, killed like it never could before. It sliced and diced the zombie resistance, guarding the place I once thought was so secure. I, ditching the approach of stealth and sneaking, hacked my way through the horde, clearing a path for my stomach to satisfy its needs. I came once again to the abandoned hallway, a single zombie corpse strung across it, blood still dripping from its wound. The moon casted a shadow down the stretch, illuminating it in a sickly blue light. I found my way to the survivor, his blood slowly clotting staying with its owner. He seemed to smile upon me as I cooked my meat on the everlasting fire, he was just happy to see company once again. I quickly scoffed down the meat, eager to return to my mechanical lady, waiting for me in Prigorodky. I entered the tree line, the dead silence of the night pounding against my ears. I was so close, SO CLOSE. I could hear Winchester shots accompanied by lee Enfield blasts as I scurried across the forest. The town of Chernogorsk had gone mad upon nightfall, the firing of guns and the tossing of flares lighting up the residents like christmas trees. The shoots continued, egging me on to go faster and faster and faster. I entered Prigorodky, bolting towards the location of the ATV, still so fresh in my memory. There it was, still unfortunately wedged in the fence. I swear I could see it wiggle while I approached, nearly as eager as I was to get going and get gone. I meticulously encircled the vehicle until I could find how to refill it, give it the life it deserved. I emptied the jerry can into its bowels, setting a course east, far east and planning to only briefly stop at a gas station. I was off, the fuel tank being halfway filled by my miraculous jerry can. In the darkness of the night the roaring sound of the engine must have been a frightening sound to an yof the newly spawned. I continued, blasting down the highway, past Cap Golova and heading towards the gas station in Elektrozavodsk. I veered off the road to the right, trying to cross the railroad to throttle along the coast. However, destiny had other plans for me. I hit the railroad, sending me flying towards the stars and the crescent moon. I rolled around the shrubbery, skidding and flipping in my uncontrollable vehicle. As I finally stopped moving, I faced the unthinkable. My beloved, my ATV, had flipped itself, the wheels protruding upwards towards my face. I shook and beat the wire frame, angered over the past hours work towards getting this vehicle to finally work. I hit it with my axe, rupturing it's fuel line and mangling its wire frame. Finally, it could take no more. The ATV erupted into flames, the fire consuming every part of its body. I walked backwards, afraid of the beast I had both become and made. I crouched and watched as my beauty died before my eyes. It's lavish skin crumbled under the heat of the fire, with it so did my dreams of a new life, a good life. I sat there, outside of the Elektrozavodsk gas station, mourning over the death of my best friend and the sacrifices I had made for her. I will remember you, ATV from Prigorodky. TL;DR: Man finds ATV, can't ride it. Goes to Cherno, finds gas. Goes back to find food. Returns to the ATV. Rides ATV for a shortwhile before it explodes.