One of my first days in DayZ. Night started to fall upon, as i wandered off the streets of Cherno. I had no idea, where i was, where i was going to or where the heck i SHOULD go. During that evening, there was alot of survivors roaming Cherno, and aproximately 99% of them was hostile, guns were blazing nonstop and infected ran the streets, fairly often right after some miserable and unarmed survivor's ass. This is, what happened : I scavenged supplies, i had an winchester, revolver, all kind of neat stuff & plenty of survival supplies. Cherno became silent, no more gun shots or infected screaming around, and i got all the time to investigate (thats what i thought..). All of sudden, automatic weapons X unknown starts to blaze out, i didnt know where from, but i didnt even want to find that out, as they was pointed towards me. I ran like a wild bunny inside the first building i was able to, also covered my escape with plenty of random shots towards the unknown enemies, most likely didnt hit a bloody thing.. Few seconds before i hided out inside the building, wich happened to be some sort of office i notice, i attracted around 5 infected because of the shooting. And what makes the story hilarious ? The fact, i wasnt only one running around like a headless chicken, i ran right towards another survivor who ran to me from behind the corner inside the office, and i cracked up my leg by the power of the crash. We both stopped, gazing each other from eye to eye and i hear a voice over mic "lol sorry, imma in a hellish of hurry!", and right after he rushes up to the upper floor. I sit there on my ass, legs broken and watch how infected following HIS ass, starts to roam inside, and the infected i atracted, roams from the other way. Situation was helpless, by the moment i saw the other survivor, he seemed to be unarmed, i yelled over the microphone to get his pity ass back to the downfloor and fight like a man, as he made my damn leg fall apart, but he didn't answer! I decided to give the infected hellish a fight before they'd get to bite my sweet sweet ass. Everything happened so quick, the room was pretty dark. I just aimed, and shot randomly to a direction i saw something standing, after the gun blaze from the previous shot enlightened the room. After a very intense minute i realized, i survived, i'd stay alive! I felt thrilled, as i was under a pile of dead, smellyass pack of zombies. I wanted to check out, what happened to the other survivor and ask him to tag along, as there was some people still outside shooting around with the machine guns. Before i got to say a thing, he rushed down from the upper floor, and the last thing i saw, was a muzzle fire from a makarov.. The walls on the office got a new, bright red&yellow paint... Afterwards, i can only keep on guessing.. I think he found a makarov from the upper floor and decided to let me handle the infected for him or let the infected handle me for him, afterwards cleaning up the mess, whatever is down there. After that day, i have sticked up in the motto "hunt, or be the hunted" Even so, the death wich occured, it was pretty legit. I cant be mad about it as i memorize what that random survivor said to me after breaking my leg off, having infected swarming around us and AK's throwing heat on us. I saved his ass by the moment the infected interested more of the easy pray, laying on the ground, instead the hastemaking marathonrunner and he thanked me with a pretty awesome hole between the eyes.