The story of my first death due to a bandit. I had gotten DayZ the day before as it looked really cool. I had wandered all the way to Msta and had an AK from the deer stand with a couple of mags. My food icon was quite red and I was starting to get worried. I even considered agroing some zeds by shooting a couple of rounds and then taking the bastards on, but I decided not to after something like this had a rather bad end in a barn. I think I was on the outskirts of Elektro, but I'm not quite sure. Anyway, I was trying to find food when I saw another survivor just running into a building. I ran after him, asking if he was friendly. He replied "yes". I tried to climb up some stairs as he was on the top floor of the building, but due to a spike of lag I fell off and fell unconscious while bleeding. He came down and bandaged me up. "Did you see where the person who shot you went?" he asked me. I told him that I fell off the stairs. I asked him if he had any spare food. "No, but there's a grocery store nearby, that will probably have food". So after equipping his newly-acquired hatchet we went to see if we can find some supplies. About 10mins later, we still had found no food and I was getting worried. Another guy ran in with some zombies after him. Me and my new friend took out the zombies. He thanked us and left again. Checking the zombies' bodies I shouted excitedly: "One of the f-ers dropped a can of sardines!" "Nice," the friend replied, walking up to me as I picked up the sardines. I was crouching over the body with my back to him, so I never saw the blow of the hatchet that killed me in a single hit. "Bastard!" I managed to yell over the Direct Communication Channel and then the screen said You Are Dead.
