Rock (DayZ)

My new favorite DayZ experience happend just a few days ago. Me and my friend Nate had decided to head up to the NWAF once again. This would be our second trip there, hoping to aquire some better weapons, or a pair of the fabled NVGs. Our last trip had resulted in being overrun by the dead, along with two friendly players we'd met along the way, and barely escaping with our lives. Since we'd used all our supplies in the escape, Nate and the other two died from a wandering group after I volunteered to find supplies. Being the sole survivor is kind of depressing. Having enough food to make it to the AF, but not back, we stopped in Zelenogorsk to raid the suermarket and make sure we had enough supplies for a round trip. We had done the same about 30 minutes earlier in Balota, where we'd encountered a player name Buddy (not exact, but I can't remember his actual name) in the control tower. I fired on him, and gotten him pretty good, but he alt-f4'd before he actually died. We took stock of our ammo, and headed into the Zeleno supermarket for our food. I checked the player list. Perhaps 4-5 other players were on, including Buddy. Aparently he'd logged back in when he felt safe. It was the dead of night upon entering. I tossed a flare out into the parking lot, not on our exact position, but enough to give us light to see by. Our first mistake. We had been virtually undetected by the dead on our way in, and were cleaning the store of all its essential supplies when Nate complained about not being able to see in the back. Without waiting, he threw a flare of his own directly on to our position, inside the store. "Goddamnit Nate, we're still in here!" I swore at him, moving into the back along with him. Telling him to take what he needed fast, so we could get out soon, he followed me into the small room at the back of the supermarket. I had my Glock 17 trained on the outside, when the muzzle of a silenced M4 poked through the doorway leading back into the store. The assailant was wearing a bandit skin and had a bead on Nate, pulling the trigger and sending hot lead into my friend at close range. I opened up on him, emptying half of my magazine into his chest before he turned and ran. During the initial moments of his ambush, he'd also hit me with a few rounds. Giving chase, I saw him again and put another 5-6 rounds into him before he escaped into the front of the store. Shit, is he still alive? I didn't see him die. I screamed "We got company!" as Nate jacked another shell into his Remington. Then the bandit's friends opened fire. From outside the store it seemed as if every player on the server was out to get us. I yanked out my AKM as zombies began to pour in through all entrances, with the aditional hazard of hot lead coming from all directions. No sense in stealth now, I told myself. I went full auto on the deadheads filing through the doors, seeing no other option to keep us from being trapped. The back of the store was small and cramped even when it was empty, so having legions of the undead fill it would make movement impossible. Nate and I fought our way to the other side of the store, still holding out in back. Nate was far more wounded that I was, so he covered me with his shotgun as I bandaged him. Then, from outside, another of the bandits took aim on us. Going prone and shooting into the store through the slit windows in back, the bandit took Nate across the chest with a long burst from his Kobra. I stood, taking a hit or two myself as I returned fire. Bullets pinged into the wall around me, as more zombies shuffled in to finish us off. Nate fell unconcious, just as the last of my rounds slammed through the bandit's skull and left him bleeding and dead in the dirt as the zombies finally swarmed him as well. Then the death message: Buddy has been killed. The sonofabitch and his friends must have followed us from Balota after I shot him up! I bandaged myself in the small room as 5-6 zombies came through the doors, Nate unconcious beside me. I dropped two, maybe three before I realized that the entire city was converging on our position. I looked to Nate, laying there, bleeding. Then to the zombies shuffling in. Then to the door leading back into the front of the store. Ok, I thought to myself. It's either be eaten alive trying to save Nate, or run for the door and take my chances with the bandits. I didn't have time to think. It's the hard choices like these that decide who makes it in the apocalypse. Oh, fuck me. "I'm sorry Nate. There's too many." I sprint for the momentarily clear door to the front of the supermarket, as the undead converge on Nate's unmoving form less than seconds after I flee. He begins screaming as dead teeth rip into him. The sounds of his crys were blocked out almost instantly by more gunfire. The dead, fast outside the building, had converged on the remaining bandits. I spyed one in the parking lot, crouched and bandaging with his back to me. I reloaded my empty Glock and let loose. The rounds tore into his back and, unable to finish his bandaging, he regained his senses and fled around the corner. Almost immediately, I heard him scream. He must have been surrounded by zombies, and taken down. Time to get the fuck out of here, I thought. Nate was dead. The store was swarming with deadheads. I'd been shot up good. I limped out the front, and prayed that the remaining bandits would be too busy dealing with the horde to worry about chasing me down. Beginning to sprint to the forest south of town, a lone zombie picked up my scent and followed me. Barely making it into the forest, I turned to face my lone pursuer. In the dead of night, I missed my first, and only, shot. The dead bastard hit me, and with my blood loss, my leg broke. On the ground he hit me again, sending me into unconciousness. As I lay there, the zombie beginning to eat me, I gave up. This is it, I told myself. A good run, but aparently not good enough. Then I heard a call. "Friendly!" the man screamed, silently dispatching the zombie attacking me. Coming back to conciousness a few seconds later, I was startled to find my saviour wearing a bandit skin. After assuring me he truly was friendly, I asked if he had bandages to stop my bleeding. He said no, but gave me a blood transfusion to keep me from dying on him. Taking me to the middle of the field I had just fled across, he revealed two bodies to me. Both were bandits, shot dead. "I saw these guys hauling as toward the forest I found you in," he informed me. "After that giant shootout I heard down there, I didn't wanna take any chances, so I took'em out." I realized that these two must have been the friends of the bandits that died down in Zeleno, as well as that my new friend had just saved my life twice in 5 minutes. When I asked him if he was hurt, he informed me he'd been shot a few times during the scuffle. I told him Nate and I had been ambushed, that I'd killed one and heard another die. He asked where Nate was, and told him that there had been no choice when I left him behind. We went back down to the supermarket to salvage items from the bodies. I told him to take everything he wanted. He could get first pick on all the bodies after saving my life. I took what I needed to get back down to the coast, maybe find a hospital and patch myself up the rest of the way. I was low on ammo and meds, but had plenty of food. Ironic, that the food we needed for our survival ended up being Nate's death. I told my saviour that I would be heading out now, preferably alone. I needed to get back down to the coast, find Nate, find more ammo...all the usual things. But before I left, he asked me one thing. "You got any STANAG mags, partner? I'm running a little low." I answered no, thinking nothing of it until my friend turned around. There, on his back, was his weapon. The weapon he'd used to save me, and kill the bandits who chased me to the forest. A silenced M4. I backed slowly out, keeping an eye on him and the supermarket as I vanished south toward the coast.

I remember my first heli crash site. Me and my friend were making our way from Elektro to NWAF, but had to clear out of Elektro before we could gather enough medical supplies. By the time we got halfway there we had one bandage between the two of us. Low on blood, and almsot everything else, we started to head back. running through the first field on our way back, we encountered a crashed heli. Clearing out the deadheads in the area, we proceeded to plunder one of its boxes for meds, finding enough to see us to our destination. Damn zombies nearly killed us as we were going through the boxes though. We didn't know they respawned so fast.

I FORGOT TO FEED MY CAT THIS MORN- *bang*

Creepy stuff here. Don't think I can ever play on a night server again, even though I THOUGHT I had conquered that fear...

Usually KOS, but I manage to avoid others most of the time. Just wish I didn't have to, because making friends in this game can be really fun. Me and my friend found a guy at NWAF, and we teamed up with him and had a good time. He never turned on us or anything after we began talking. Hell, I even saved his life by dragging him out of the fire station, through the zombie horde, and to shelter where i revived him and gave blood. We let him have a fair share of the loot, and he even got a Coyote Backpack when we found it. The three of us ran out of food and meds, fled north, and nearly starved. I even volunteered to go to Vybor for food, just to save him. Too bad he got killed, and my friend was severely injured when they went to scavenge Grishino after I left for Vybor.

Yeah, hacking is bad, but you can't stop everyone. If the people that do it woould do more fun things like THIS, though, instead of scripting themselves invisible/godhood/duped weapons etc, it'd be alot more bearable, and, hell, even amusing at times.

Good job on taking that guy down Regulators. I'm friends with PandaPudding (a member of your clan) and he really enjoys being a part of it. When he and I aren't adventuring together, he's off in the cities helping new spawns and the like. Keep up the good work guys!

I bet the WarZ developers are also the ones who assassinated Elvis from the Grassy Knoll at Pearl Harbor! We must delete this thread, they'll silence ALL of us once they learn that we know!

If only all hackers were content to do scary things to us on night servers, we'd all like them a lot more! They'd be putting the horror into this zombie apocalypse!

Very long, but interesting to read post. I agree wholeheartedly about your points on the so-called "perma death" that DayZ claims to have. The only true differences between lives are the cosmetics of the character that you now have on the coast, with the off-site storage providing them with everything they need again like they called in a military aridrop. Even I, as a player who DOESN'T use any form of offsite storage whatsoever, can run into one of the larger towns and re-gear in the span of an hour. Even when I die, or my gear gets glitched away, I don't care because of how easy it is to get myself ready again. Yes, I don't have the "top of the line" equipment from military bases, but I always get my basic rifle, food, water, map, and other tools very quickly. Just two days ago the serer claimedI was killed (Death message as soon as I logged in, but was teleported to the debug plains), took away all my gear, my map, hunting knife, hatchet, alice pack, winchester, revolver, quite literally EVERYTHING I had. I was essentially dead, just with my character's hundred-odd zombie kills and four days survived, and around the 4k blood I had last time I logged in, where as a new spawn would have had 12k. Even a new spawn had more gear than I did. Appeared in Otmel, said "fuck it", and was riding high in elektro in the next hour with gear that equated to or surpassed everything I had lost. Introduction of skill sets would really make the whole perma-death hit closer to home, making us truly care if our current character lives or dies in a firefight. It makes you care about others in your group as well, if they have skills you don't. Having other characters, not your own, that you care about can truly make a realistic group experience. What if the one person who can perform blood transfusions dies in a firefight? What happens when the two characters good at wilderness survival (eg, hunting animals, making fires, cooking meat for the group) are swarmed by deadheads when they went too close to a town? The group would change drastically without a medic to patch up wounds, or without hunters to bring in food. Truck breaks down outside of Vybor, but your mechanic gets killed in the factory looking for replacement parts? Suddenly you have no car, as the doctor, or the sharpshooter wouldn't be able to reassemble the engine block, or patch up the leaky fuel tank. Why would anyone care if the mechanic died if they could all do the exact same things right after spawning? While drastically changing he group's style of play with the death of one character can be a real turn-off to others, I would personally welcome actually having to watch my partner's back not because I like him, but because I need him. Sorry for the long post, just my thoughts on the "skill sets" mechanic you suggested.

Because he saved my life! ...and it's lonely in Chernarus.

If you're reading this Joe, I'd like to say thanks again for running me those antibiotics, even though it was the dead of night in the middle of Cherno. Saved my life. And on a side note, don't trust PandaPudding. He wanted to kill you for your ghillie suit but I stopped him. Thanks again man, you can count on Rock anytime.

Don't take the chance. Hot video game loving girls are more rare than that coyote pack you have, sir. *prepares to commit sepuku before female forum users read post*

Anytime friend! But to be serious now, it might be a glitch? This has happened to me too, but with normal loot spawns in the towns instead of deerstands. Went to elektro and found almost nothing after searching the bar, office building, supermarket AND the church. Trekked all the way up to thee NWAF and found nothing but an assault pack in the barracks. I find it hard to believe that someone else got to ALL the spawns first and took EVERYTHING, as there were only two people on the server including myself. I share your pain.

Depending on how far it is, you should be able to do it, because even if you do still lose your things while swimming, it isn't instantaneous. Now, i've only done it once, but it was more like a gradual leeching of my supplies, but I didn't swim for very long either so i might just me insane.