grifin

Sometimes a man is faced with a decision that will haunt him the rest of his life. I made mine.... and it will be with me always.

The story I'm about to tell you all is probably one of the biggest emotional roller coasters I have ever fucking had in my life. I had started a new life up in Day Z, spawned, if I remember correctly somewhere close to Balota. I made my way toward the airfield, spotted a survivor. Instantly, I thought I was gonna die. I walked closer to him, repeating in direct with my mic that I was friendly. He accepted the fact, and told me that Balota had been cleaned out, so I went on my way, towards the hell hole that is Cherno. I arrive in Cherno, finding a some low tier gear; double barrel, makarov, and some food and a watch. As I move deeper into the city, I see other survivors and I keep my distance from them. As I approach a restaurant I suddenly hear a voice through my headphones. "Whoever is out there, I can hear you" I freeze for a moment, and then respond with the good old code word. "Friendly?" "Yeah, yeah I am, I'm new to this game, help me out." I run into the restaurant to meet my new friend. When I find him, his is crouched in the corner with a crowbar like a scared dog. We talk a little, and then he says he needs a gun, so we go searching through Cherno. After running, ducking, and rolling through streets of zombies, we find him a gun and get the hell out of Cherno. He suggests we go to Balota, I tell him its cleaned out, but he insists so we go anyway. When we arrive, we kill a few zombies and go to the tower. Low and behold, there is an AKM on the ground. He freaks out about it and asks if he can have it, I say fine, and he picks it up. We decide to head North, but right before we can go, my computer starts acting up, and I tell him I have to switch. He says okay, I remember the server name, and switch, the entire time convinced that he will just be gone when I come back. I then log back on, ready to face the fact that he isn't there, but, to my surprise, he is still there... ...with another survivor. I get ready for him and the other guy to take me out, assuming they somehow set this up because, well, I'm a paranoid person. So I prepare myself and then tell him I'm back. "Great! This guy wondered into Balota, and he is friendly. Mind if he joins us?" With relief, I say yes, but then another problem comes up as soon as this one is dealt with. The new guy has no damn gun. So we go and scavenge the hangars. Thankfully, we find him a M1014 with some ammo, and then we begin out trek North. As we begin to head North, we start talking and getting to know each other. Since none of us had a skype or something along those lines, we had to use in game chat. We also began to refer to ourselves not by our names, but by our weapons and equipment: I was Double Barrel guy, my friend was AK guy, and the new guy was Shotgun guy. As we were talking, AK heard a noise in the distance. "What the hell is that?" "What?" "You can't hear that, its a rumbling sound, I think its getting closer... HOLY SHIT, THAT'S AN ENGINE!" "GET THE FUCK DOWN!" We dropped down in a treeline, freaking out about the sound of the engine. After a little bit, we calmed down, and I told them that I would see what was going on. I walked onto the road to see if there was a car that, if possible, we could kill the driver and steal, but what I saw was not a car; It was a bus. I started yelling bus into my mic, and the others came out to see it. The bus, lumbering along down the road, honked its horn as it came closer to us, and through the rumble of the engine and the shriek of the horn, I made out a phrase. "ALL ABOARD TO CHERNO, BITCHES!" I, along with my companions, cheered as we began to board our new found transport. The driver was dressed in military camo, and was equipped with, if I remember correctly, an AK of some sort, and in the back of the bus was a fellow with a ghillie suit on. The driver and I start talking, and I explain that my group and I were going North for some better equipment. He told me that they were going north to, but first they need to get some more parts from Cherno cause the bus was fucked up pretty bad. My group and I decided to help em out, and we started going back to the place I fear to tread. By the time we arrive, after some below average driving, the bus's hull is fucked up and the gas is nearly all gone. As we approach Cherno, we stop near a pond. The driver tells us to stop. "This is the rendezvous point. If anyone gets separated while we are in Cherno, come back here and wait for us. Don't worry, we will be back." And so began the scavenging of parts. Lead by Ghillie suit guy, our group enters Cherno, with Driver providing over watch with his AK. After finding a few of the things we need, Ghillie comes upon an Alice pack. "Whoever needs it take it." Since me and AK already had Alice Packs, we told Shotgun to go and get it. He asked which house and we told him. He then entered to grab it as the group continued on. It was to late before we realized we lost him. By the time we realized he was nowhere near us, we were already to far away to try to chat him, so we continued on. We never found out what happened to him. He never came back to the rendezvous point. We kept going, grabbing much needed gear along the way, and we were then joined up by Driver. As we left Cherno, we met up with another player. He had no weapon and no mic, but he ended up following us anyway, always asking for a weapon. AK suggested that we go hit up some houses to get him a gun and some more medical supplies. Driver and Ghillie decided against it, and I agreed. I regret that. We arrived at the bus and repaired it to its former glory. We then drove North, trading stories and taunting zombies along the way. We then neared Zelenogorsk, and Ghillie said that he could get us some better guns from there and a gun for the new guy, so we all agreed to enter to enter the city. We stopped on the outskirts and scouted out the city. Since Driver and Ghillie were in a Steam chat, Ghillie said that he would lead us into town and Driver would defend the bus. We agreed on it, and I said later to Driver and the bus. I never saw that bus again. We began to go into the city with the first thing we hit up being the supermarket. Ghillie told us to be cautious, so we were, but he aggroed a zombie, and we crouch ran toward the market. "Where the fuck is he going?" "Who?" "That no weapon guy, where is he going?" "What do you mean- SHIT!" In a split second, shit hit the fan. The bastard with no gun ran off, attracting 30-40 zombies around the market, and they began to swarm inside. To make matters worse, AK was jumpy and shot his AK, which attracted even more due to the noise. We began our stand in the supermarket, with the zombies slowly closing in. AK- "WHAT DO WE DO, WHAT DO WE DO!" Ghillie- "SHUT UP! Don't fucking fire your rifle, it brings more of them. We gotta move, get to the front of the store and make a run to the bus!" Me- "The fronts blocked off by Zombies! There are way to many of them man, we gotta go out the back!" Ghillie- "Backs blocked off!" AK- "WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Ghillie- "I SAID SHUT UP! WAIT, WAIT, THE FAR RIGHT BACK IS NOT BLOCKED! GO GO GO!" Me- "Alright! I'm Mov-" And thats when I got hit. Zombies dragged me down and everything went black. I could still hear them screaming, but I couldn't scream back. I watched as zombies dropped around me and Ghille was still trying to calm down AK. "WE ARE GOING TO DIE!" "GOD DAMN IT SHUT UP! GET IT TOGETHER! WHERE IS DOUBLE BARREL!" "HE WENT DOWN! WE ARE SO FUCKED!" "JUST KEEP SHOOTING! GOD DAMN IT I KNEW YOU PEOPLE WOULD GET ME-" Ghillie was dead. I was helpless, bleeding out, broken legs and now the only good shooter was dead. He had blamed us, so I knew Driver wasn't going to come and get us cause Ghillie would say we got him killed. So I laid there, ready to accepted death, but then I realized that the shooting had stopped, and a scared whimper came through my mic. "Is anyone still alive?" At that moment, I came back to my senses and began to speak into my mic that I was alive. AK was ecstatic, but the damage was done. We were both bleeding out and had only enough medical supplies for one of us. I knew we couldn't go back to the bus, and I was the only one who had morphine, so I used it on myself and then convinced AK to give me a blood pack. "Hey man, I need some stuff to heal up." "Sorry, I used it all." AK was angry, but I told him that I would go get him medical supplies. I took Ghillies AKM, cause I knew he wouldn't be using it anymore, and we began to move closer into the city (at this time I had never been this far North, so I did not know there was no hospital here). I told AK to set up in a red building in the middle of town. I was good enough at dodging Zombies so I knew I could get back to him with ease. I began my search, and came across the military tents a little outside of town. Sadly, none of the supplies we needed were in the tents, so I returned to AK. While I was coming back, I was trying to think what I could do to help the guy who had been with me through thick and thin. Then there was the gunshot. The noise skipped through the air like a rock on water. I panicked and ran as quickly as I could back to the house AK was in. When I arrived, it was surrounded by zombies. I began to fight and dodge my way through them to get to AK. It turns out the moron had misfired. And then it started. Our last stand inside the damn red house in the middle of Zelenogorsk. I unloaded with my AKM, killing scores of Zombies, and ran out of ammo. I then switched to my makarov and started pulling off headshots, and then ran out of ammo for that. The bastards were still coming. "I CAN'T SEE!" "What?!?" "I CAN'T SEE, MY VISION IS BLACK CAUSE OF BLOOD LOSS, I CAN'T SEE!" So I stood there, directing AK where to shoot. But there were to many zombies, and not enough bullets. "I'M GONNA DIE!" "I know, and I'm sorry." "Wait! You can't leave! DON'T LEAVE ME TO DIE!" I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I kept running, and running, and running, and running. I ran out of that city and into the woods, all the while never looking back.