Hey guys, this is my first post on these forums so be gentle. ^_^ I've been playing a hell of a lot of Day Z with a few of my clan mates from Omega XIII lately, and we've really been enjoying it. So much infact, that I decided that I would write a mini fanfic series, consisting some of our adventures. So here is part one, introducing my character. ------------------------------------------ I awoke to find myself lying face down in the sand. The gentle waves lapped at my legs, and a calm sea breeze blew over me. The sun was at its peak in the sky and the air shimmered in the heat. My clothes were wet, but I wasn't sure whether it was from the ocean or my sweat. The last thing I remembered was sitting on my flight from London to Moscow, a business trip I took twice a year. Just off the coast of somewhere two of our engines blew out, and as we plummeted towards the ocean I had a panic attack and blacked out. I wondered how long I'd been lying there in the sand, the sun beating down on my unconscious body. 'Where am I?' I thought to myself. Gathering what strength I had I pushed myself up onto my feet, spitting the wet sand from my mouth and brushing myself down. Oddly enough, when I stood up I felt just fine, apart from few slight aches. I felt a little light-headed from dehydration, but that was to be expected in the midday sun. I looked around for any sign of the plane crash, or any other survivors, conscious or otherwise. There were no signs of any kind, except for a small satchel lying in the sand a little further up the beach. It wasn't mine but I figured under the circumstances it would be okay to take a look inside it. Painkillers and a bandage, but that was it. I figured it must have been some kind of first aid kit. I thought that it may come in handy, so I decided to take it with me, swinging the strap over my shoulder. I walked away from the coast and found a road. I looked to my right and saw nothing but more road. Turning my head to the left I saw a small town. There was a signpost nearby. Каменка. Luckily all those business trips had paid off and I had learned to read the Cyrillic alphabet. "Hmm, Kamenka. So, I am definitely in Russia. The state of Chernarus I believe." I said to myself. Now I just needed to find a map to get my bearings. Walking closer to the town I noticed that there was rubbish and debris strewn all over the roads. People were slowly wandering about the town paying no attention to the mess and I wondered to myself, perhaps this was what life was like in the poorer parts of the country. In my ignorance, I had no idea it was this bad out here. Further into the town I spotted a group of people huddled over something. I couldn't quite tell from this distance what they were doing, but I had seen it before in Moscow. People huddled around a board that had been chalked up on the floor and they gambled with dice. I decided to approach them and see if any of them could help me, but as I got closer I realised that something was very wrong. They were huddled over another person, and they were EATING him! I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing, I felt sick to my stomach. I began to slowly back away from the group. Whatever the reason was that they were eating that poor guy, I was sure they wouldn't hesitate to chow down on me either. As I turned around I saw someone wandering behind me. I called for them to get help, but realised the grave mistake I had made. He screamed into the air and began sprinting towards me. I froze with fear, not knowing what to do. As he got closer I noticed that his pale hands and face were covered with stains of a mixture of fresh and dried blood. I finally regained control of my legs and ran as fast as I could back out of the town along the road, unfortunately not without attracting the attention of two more of those freaks. I had been running flat out for what seemed like five minutes, I hadn't eaten or had a drink in god knows how long and my stamina was draining fast. I decided my best bet was to try and lose them in the trees to my left, and it worked, after about thirty seconds of ploughing through the undergrowth I had lost sight of them. I stopped to regain my breath, but one of them caught sight of me and began his relentless chase again. I didn't want to get lost in the woods so I decided to go back out onto the main road. Perhaps I could get help from a passing car. Not long after I got back on the main road the next town came into sight. I quickly glanced at the sign as I ran past. Коморово. I looked behind, damn, it was still chasing me. I desperately banged on the door of the first house on the right side of the road, screaming for help. "Let me in, please help me!" Nothing. I looked again, he was quicker than I had hoped. Almost right behind me now, I began running again and saw the house on the left side of the road. I ran up and tried bashing the door. Nothing. There was no time to wait, I had to go or I was going to be this man's lunch. I didn't know what was wrong with him, but I didn't want to stop to find out. Behind the house I noticed a small open shed. I darted off the road and into the shed, trying to hide. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a glint of steel, a hatchet. I grabbed it and held it close, cowering in the corner. Just outside I could hear shuffling, he knew I was close and was searching for me. A few seconds later he walked in front of the doorway and turned to face me. Before I even had a chance to think about it, I brought the hatchet up and buried it into his chest. He went down but he didn't stop lunging for me, so I swung at him again, and again until he moved no more. Breathing heavily, I realised what I had just done. I dropped the hatchet and fell to my knees. I had just killed a man. But... I had no choice. It was either him or me...
