joeroyo

My first kill was entirely un-planned. I had been in many hostile situations before but had always tried to avoid killing another player. I had decided that the only people I would kill would be bandits. That all changed early this morning. After a rough night's sleep I fired up DayZ at about 7am, very few people online so I decided to head to the coast and travel north, searching for an elusive box of matches in order to be completely self sufficient inland. As I probed around in the coastline villages I was completely lucking out with loot. Tin cans, empty whiskey bottles, even beans wern't showing up and I was starting to get desperate. Then I heard gunshots nearby. Being the elusive sort I decided to avoid confrontation and move cautiously, I came across a building with around 5 dead zombies and a few supplies, still no beans and certainly still no matches. They had obviously been through here, maybe even moving north in the same way I was. As I reached the end of the village I noticed a petrol station further up the road and decided to sprint to see if I could catch up with the other survivor, he had already been there, only an empty tin can remained, his trail was easy to follow. Moving further north from the petrol station I came across an industrial village with some form of coal mine or facility, instead of heading directly in I opted to flank left to investigate the barn, taking the gamble that the survivor had decided to check the more built up area first. I was right, along with a few more rounds for my winchester I found a couple of cans of drink and some medical supplies... still no matches. As I knelt at the top floor of the barn the survivor suddenly appeared at the doorway. Without caution and without checking the interior of the barn he started to climb the stairs opposite. Maybe it was because I was tired and paranoid, maybe it was because I knew this guy had taken all of the loot on the same trail, but without any conversation, without any hesitation, I popped two rounds into him. In my haste to get to his body I then fell from the top of the barn stairs, breaking my bones and getting knocked out. I laughed at my idiocy and assumed that I was simply going to die here. Suprisingly my character woke back up and I quickly set about administering first aid for all of my various wounds. I had lost alot of blood and was in pretty bad shape, but I was alive. I ran up the stairs to his body and scavenged his alice pack. Plenty of food supplies, but still no matches. I cautiously broke cover from the barn and headed out to the wilderness to contemplate what I had just done. It was at this point that I looked down and realised I had become a bandit.