I thought I would do a journal of my adventures in DayZ. Please realize these set of stories are part fiction/rp/actual gameplay... I hope everyone doesn't mind that I'm adding some non-game elements to my stories, however I thought it would be fun. Journal Entry #14 - Day One I sit here in my two story apartment complex eating pasta out of a can and drinking the very few bottles of pepsi I have left. Seems I would be trying to make these last longer and treating them like gold however I've never been one to handle pain, hunger, or thirst very well... instead it is this goofy journal that I treat like a priceless family airloom. What can I say? I always keep a journal with me to record everything I go through and not to mention keep myself sane, perhaps I consider these pages to be my personal shrink?!? Who would have thought my entry today would be contain these words? “The world had turned into a living nightmare when the first infected was reported. The news stated that the infection was spreading at an alarming rate but I didn’t think it would be this fast. All around me I hear people trying to defend the city, at least a couple hundred zombies were the first wave but they just kept coming. They eventually broke the barricades and swarmed the city. I've managed to hide out in the apartment, not making any more noise than necessary however I can hear those walking demons on the street below me... they grunt and moan... and their smell... I could never describe such a smell. Anyway I have been living here struggling to survive but I just finished my last can of food and I'm currently sipping the final drops from the bottom of the soda can. I will have to move silently and only go out in daylight; Zombie’s can still smell you at night and there is no way that I'm running around not able to tell a zombie from a tree. Tomorrow morning I have no choice except to head out into the unknown and see what I can find. I have nothing to defend myself with, no food or water and to make matters worse I have no means of transportation. Perhaps there are others out there in the same boat as me? I can only hope they are a happy alternative to the zombies moaning on the street below me...
