Mifio

Someone was a douche in DayZ?

I came to on the rainy coast. After getting my bearings I noticed I was west of Kamenka. I set off towards it, considering I had no food or water, or ammo, or weapons. Or anything of that nature. I figured if I was going to die, I might as well die trying to do something other than wander aimlessly in the wilds looking for an abandoned house. So I jogged towards town, not really bothering to keep a low profile and trusting the trees to mask my presence. I was quite successful. As I neared the towns outskirts, I crouched beside some damp foliage and squinted, trying to get an idea of the town. I noticed it as crawling (literally) with zeds. But they looked like they were spread far enough apart that I could slip in between them unnoticed, as long as I stayed to the right side of the road. Dropping to my stomach I began to crawl through the mud into the town. The rain slowed to a halt as I approached, but the clouds remained to cast a dark, gloomy overwatch of my descent into the village. Reaching the first building, I pushed myself to a knee and carefully peered around the wall. Clear, so I moved forward and carefully opened the door. Closing it behind me as I entered the cramped structure, I glanced to my left and my right, immediately noticing a number of small, but useful items. The first being a makarov. I moved over and picked it up, grinning to myself as I noticed it had two spare mags with it. After loading it I shoved it into my belt and turned towards the other room. I didn't feel so damn helpless anymore now that I had a small amount of firepower. I could pull off a headshot or two if I needed, I'm not a bad shot. Sliding past the front door and into the kitchen, I pilfered the cabinets and managed to get a can of coke for my troubles. I shoved the coke into my pocket as I heard someone outside. "Hey, you friendly in there?" I remained silent for a moment, blinking rapidly as my brain tried to formulate a suitable response. "Ye-Yeah," I managed to stammer, even so I reached down and grabbed my makarov out, aiming it at the door. "I'm comin' in!" He said as he slowly opened the door. He held his hands out, showing my them before showing my his face. He was young, brown haired along with a baseball cap. He noted the gun and swallowed quietly, before reaching back and slowly pulling the door closed. I saw he didn't have a weapon on him and I slowly lowered the weapon, giving him a curt nod. He broke into a weak smile, "Good to see someone," He began, eyeing me up and down, "I can't find jack shit here, any luck with you?" I nodded, flashing him the makarov once more, "Yeah, this, few clips, odds and ends, that sorta stuff. I know there's a few hunting shacks around to the north, I figured after I hit town I'd move up there, into the mountains. See if I can't find something a tad stronger." Nodding, the man glanced back towards the door. "Yeah..." He said, clearly unsettled by my weapon, as well as my plan on trying to score some more. "I'm gonna head out there, then. Maybe we'll see each other again." I shrugged and watched him open the door quietly and move out. After a few minutes, I decided to move along as well. I kept my head low, but the guy was gone. I never even knew his name. Slipping across the wet ground, I made my way down the street. I managed to scare up a meal for tomorrow as well as a sopping wet map of the surrounding countryside. I quickly found my current location and marked it in pencil. The sun was still covered with clouds, but directly away from the coast was north, so I set off into the wilds. As I exited the town I got to my feet and started to jog once more, keeping as quiet as could be. Even so, I saw no other living creature. Trekking north, I casted a casual glance to my right and was shocked to see a hunting stand. I turned and immediately made a beeline for it. AsI did, one of the infected came out of nowhere, sending a cry of warning out to the surrounding countryside. I matched it's pitch as I broke into a dead sprint. My legs pounded over the soggy earth, snapping twigs and sending a flurry of birds into flight. I heard it behind me, getting closer with each step. Reaching forward, I grabbed the ladder and hauled myself up just in time. The infected howled below me, but I knew I was safe for that moment. I stuck a leg out and kicked the ladder away from the stand, the crawled backwards and huddled in the corner. I looked down and allowed a small smile to come across my lips as I spotted another makarov magazine. As I grabbed it, I heard the soft patter of rain begin to hit the roof of the stand. I sighed heavily as I leaned back and listened to the rain intermingle with the sounds of the infected below me as settled in for a long, long night. // I liek storeh's. Assuming I live through tomorrow, I might as well write another one. Also, written in 10 minutes with a dull, sleep deprived mind. I am aware it's not that great. :P E: Aiden Grayson is the ingame name.