Exodus (DayZ)

I had said that I would kill anyone for their beans. However, when the time came, I chose a different path. I have killed one bandit. That was easy, however this was... Different. It's early, roughly 1000 hours. I span the scenery, the air is thick with death. The animated remains of our brothers are wandering the ghost towns in search of those immune to the infection. I had to come here for water, otherwise I would not be here. I would rather be anywhere else but here, the stench of death floods my senses and clouds my mind. Why do I even fight to survive? I have seen horrible things since the breakout. There is no hope, no compassion, no love. Then I see him, a man wearing black. He has not seen me yet, I drop to the ground and observe. Just at that moment I hear one of them. I whip my head around and see it, no more than 3 feet in front of me he crawls past. "Not a sound, don't even breath" commands my instinct. The walker passes, and my body relaxes. Gone unnoticed, by human and the others, I climb to my feet and hug the wall. I will sneak up on my new company. Just as I do, the man whips around and levels his revolver on my head. This is it. Seconds feel like hours in this moment of uncertainty. I will kill this man. My finger begins to squeeze the trigger as my body braces for impact. I am steady and true, ready to fire... I don't. Something inside me has fought it's way to the surface, I can not pull this trigger. Suddenly, I am flooded with emotion, my heart fills my mind with questions of intent. "Why sacrifice whats left of our humanity to merely exist in a dead world." I lower my pistol, and so does the man in black. Humanity is worth surviving for. Once that is gone, we are all dead.

I know what you mean. It's nice to talk about it' date=' but until you're breathing heavy and the zeds are bearing down on you, it's just talk. :D TKJ [/quote'] True, it is just talk. Then again, I am a killer of my word. ;)

You think i'm really like this in real life? I'm here for the roll play, my character just so happens to be: A part of a small group of 3 people that only care about our own immediate survival. If you have something we need, you die. If you get in our way, you die. If you fall into our trap, it's because we need something; see the first rule. Maybe i'll switch rolls to be a do-gooder. Until then, you die. Just in case you didn't know, this is a psychological game. I intend to mind-fuck everyone. No hard feelings, bro.

In a post apocalyptic world, you would be a jerk to anyone you don't know. Survival of the fittest, seems to be the name of the game here. If you aren't willing to pull the trigger first, you aren't fit.