My first kill (story)

[victusmortuus 1074]

Day 3.

Berezino.

5:30am

The darkness around Chernarus was an extra shade of black that Wednesday morning, the cold chilling winds hit my face as I got up from the bush I had slept in that night. My stomach rung out for food and my thirst needed to be quenched, reaching into my ALICE pack I pulled out a slightly older than normal Sardine can and a surprisingly cold can of Pepsi. Taking my hunting knife I pierced the Sardine can and poured the foul tasting vinegar out of the hole I had made, slowly and very carefully I cut the tin to make it easily accessible for my finger to take the salty fish out of the dirty can, opening the can of Pepsi I ate the Sardines and masked their foul taste with the cold fizziness of the Pepsi drink.

Wiping the slumber out of my eyes I began to move north east, not many people are active at this hour so moving to more dangerous areas was a good idea, before I set off I realised I had no chemlights in my back pack to light my way through the dark murky woods of Chernarus however on my tool-belt was my flash light which truthfully wasn't that great but it would have to do if I was to make it to the North East Airfield before sunrise, running through the woods their was nobody to be seen, the silence cut through the air as I ran north west to my destination.

5:55am

Arriving near the airfield I slowed my pace to a crawl, the silence was cut dead as the cruel moans of the infected entered my mind, oblivious to my presence I slowly crawled and made it to my first destination which so happened to be the ATC tower, once a vibrant communication beacon was now as silent as myself as I held my breathe upon entering, exhaling I slowly shut the door behind me and headed up the stairs to see if there was anything useful for my survival.

Looking around I found some blue Chemlights and some G17 magazines, only taking what I needed I lit the chemlight and left for the hangers, undetected I searched through the hanger bays but only some useless Lee Enfield magazines and empty tin cans where there to greet my anticipation, checking my map I decided to be bold and head to the most dangerous and personally unexplored North West Airfield.

Heading south west at this time wasn't so bad of an idea, Krastnostav was peaceful as I headed on my bearing, suddenly my radio buzzed and a voice entered the silent woods 'Hey, anybody out there?', lowering my radio I kept on my way, this guy could be anywhere, he could even be a Bandit after my FN FAL, again my radio buzzed 'Come on man, anybody know where to find a Ghillie suit?' answering to keep the guy quiet I told him I only ever found one in Chernogorsk or Elektrozavodsk he thanked me and the radio went silent with only the blowing wind to keep me company.

6:25am

The trek was long, maybe 8km and my journey would take me past Devils Castle a place I didn't want to be anywhere near, too many bad memories haunted that area, so quickly checking my map and eating a tin of Beans and drinking one of my many cans of Coca Cola. Not wanting to spend much time around this area of Chernarus I kept on the move north west past the castle and towards the Airfield, slowly I approached the barracks in the center of the misty airfield, attracting some unwanted attention I ran inside and found an Uzi on the floor with one magazine, taking aim I shot the grotesque creatures one by one until silence resumed.

On my way out of the barracks the rain started to drip down from the slowly illuminating sky, going prone I crawled for 10 minutes to keep my presence here to a minimum, it's better to be safe than sorry I told myself as I approached the other barracks on the south west area of the airfield, stepping into the barracks I had to maneuver my way over a bench which blocked my way, during my maneuver one of the infected seen me and attacked me. 'Fuck!!' I shouted aloud as I pressed the muzzle of my Uzi against the undead face of my attacker, two shots rang out of my weapon as he hit the floor.

Wanting to get out of this death trap I meticulously searched the four or five barrack dorms in the third room lay an M14 AIM, my eyes lit up and adrenaline running I picked it up and left my FN FAL on the floor for some lucky survivor to pick up. Bandaging I stopped the bleeding however my vision was blurry and I needed blood if I was to survive the day, remembering the guy on the radio from earlier I spoke 'Test, test, hello anybody there, did you find the Ghillie suit?' as I made it out of the airfield and back into the wilderness my radio buzzed.

'No man, no luck, how's it going?' weary of the guy on the other end I told him I was ok but could do with a blood transfusion. He told me he had blood and was near Grishino. I brought my map out and told him I was pretty near and asked whether he was friendly or not. 'Yeah I'm friendly man, you want to meet up so I can help you?', I agreed and made my way north to Grishino.

6:45am

In the distance I could see a blazing fire, 'survivors?' I though as I made my way slowly towards the crash site, to my dismay the only sign of life was that of the flames and that of the dead who patrolled the glowing area, heading into the nearby bushes I took aim and shot the infected. My radio buzzed as I ran towards the crash site 'Hey...is that you shooting? I'm friendly man'. I laughed as I told him I was taking out the dead and to see if he wanted the weapon from the crash site, he agreed and told me his name was Andy we exchanged pleasantries as I found only ammunition from the downed chopper.

'What weapon do you have mate?" I asked in a pleasant yet worried tone, many people appear friendly in this world but will take you out in seconds if they need to. 'An M4A1 CCO SD' he replied with an obvious accomplished smile across his face 'Nice well it's your lucky day my friend I have just found plenty of STANAG SD magazines at this crash site' He thanked me and told me to meet him south of Grishino and to look for a tower with a giant ball on top of it. I agreed and made my way there.

6:55am

'I'm illuminated by a chemlight' he told me as I new we where getting closer, suddenly I see him running across my field of view, in a split second he turned and shot his gun, instinct took over my body and adrenaline done the rest, my M14 AIM rose and put his chest in the cross hair, aiming down the site I shot twice into his torso, he dropped to the floor in an instant, the radio buzzed one last time as Andy spoke his final words 'I...was shooting the ...infected.. I'm friendly.'.

The raw emotion of guilt hit me hard as I checked the guys pack, he had a bit of food which I had to take, on my way back east I couldn't control my guilt, however half of me thought he could have been shooting at me and that it was definitely to be safe than sorry in Chernarus.

Edited February 15, 2019 by victusmortuus

[Michaelvoodoo25 3120]

Your evil, You should go and walk into a group of infected.

Killing a friendly player after all that!

[b683960 3]

Nice read.

Hope for more stories.

[liquidus 0]

Poor Andy. Good story man.

[disorder 344]

Large wall of text alert, be careful you might hurt the twitter users' brains.

[victusmortuus 1074]

Large wall of text alert, be careful you might hurt the twitter users' brains.

I think I should add a 170 character version at the bottom, what do you think?

[Evilution 66]

Awwww damn you cold blooded murderer man (*salutes Andy*)

You made the right choice man shots fired in your direction can't take that risk, i understand you feeling guilty tho i felt the same the other day on our trip to polana lol

Nice write up tho man have some beans.

All in the game yo!

[Meeshe 170]

Poor Andy, He still offered to help you after hearing gunfire. I would of moved on and left you to the Zeds. He is most likely a bit less trusting, maybe thats not such a bad thing.

[BdogZ 17]

You should write more, a whole DayZ journey, from the moment you begin until you eventually die (like a series). Would be pretty cool ;) Really enjoyed the reading, have some beans

[philbottle 430]

Day 3.

Berezino.

5:30am

The darkness around Chernarus was an extra shade of black that Wednesday morning, the cold chilling winds hit my face as got up from the bush I had slept in that night. My stomach rung out for food and my thirst needed to be quenched, reaching into my ALICE pack I pulled out a slightly older than normal Sardine can and a surprisingly cold can of Pepsi. Taking my hunting knife I pierced the Sardine can and poured the foul tasting vinegar out of the hole I had made, slowly and very carefully I cut the tin to make it easily accessible for my finger to take the salty fish out of the dirty can, opening the can of Pepsi I ate the Sardines and masked their foul taste with the cold fizziness of the Pepsi drink.

Wiping the slumber out of my eyes I began to move north east, not many people are active at this hour so moving to more dangerous areas was a good idea, before I set off I realised I had no chemlights in my back pack to light my way through the dark murky woods of Chernarus however on my tool-belt was my flash light which truthfully wasn't that great but it would have to do if I was to make it to the North East Airfield before sunrise, running through the woods their was nobody to be seen, the silence cut through the air as I ran north west to my destination.

5:55am

Arriving near the airfield I slowed my pace to a crawl, the silence was cut dead as the cruel moans of the infected entered my mind, oblivious to my presence I slowly crawled and made it to my first destination which so happened to be the ATC tower, once a vibrant communication beacon was now as silent as myself as I held my breathe upon entering, exhaling I slowly shut the door behind me and headed up the stairs to see if there was anything useful for my survival.

Looking around I found some blue Chemlights and some G17 magazines, only taking what I needed I lit the chemlight and left for the hangers, undetected I searched through the hanger bays but only some useless Lee Enfield magazines and empty tin cans where there to greet my anticipation, checking my map I decided to be bold and head to the most dangerous and personally unexplored North West Airfield.

Heading south west at this time wasn't so bad of an idea, Krastnostav was peaceful as I headed on my bearing, suddenly my radio buzzed and a voice entered the silent woods 'Hey, anybody out there?', lowering my radio I kept on my way, this guy could be anywhere, he could even be a Bandit after my FN FAL, again my radio buzzed 'Come on man, anybody know where to find a Ghillie suit?' answering to keep the guy quiet I told him I only ever found one in Chernogorsk or Elektrozavodsk he thanked me and the radio went silent with only the blowing wind to keep me company.

6:25am

The trek was long, maybe 8km and my journey would take me past Devils Castle a place I didn't want to be anywhere near, too many bad memories haunted that area, so quickly checking my map and eating a tin of Beans and drinking one of my many cans of Coca Cola. Not wanting to spend much time around this area of Chernarus I kept on the move north west past the castle and towards the Airfield, slowly I approached the barracks in the center of the misty airfield, attracting some unwanted attention I ran inside and found an Uzi on the floor with one magazine, taking aim I shot the grotesque creatures one by one until silence resumed.

On my way out of the barracks the rain started to drip down from the slowly illuminating sky, going prone I crawled for 10 minutes to keep my presence here to a minimum, it's better to be safe than sorry I told myself as I approached the other barracks on the south west area of the airfield, stepping into the barracks I had to maneuver my way over a bench which blocked my way, during my maneuver one of the infected seen me and attacked me. 'Fuck!!' I shouted aloud as I pressed the muzzle of my Uzi against the undead face of my attacker, two shots rang out of my weapon as he hit the floor.

Wanting to get out of this death trap I meticulously searched the four or five barrack dorms in the third room lay an M14 AIM, my eyes lit up and adrenaline running I picked it up and left my FN FAL on the floor for some lucky survivor to pick up. Bandaging I stopped the bleeding however my vision was blurry and I needed blood if I was to survive the day, remembering the guy on the radio from earlier I spoke 'Test, test, hello anybody there, did you find the Ghillie suit?' as I made it out of the airfield and back into the wilderness my radio buzzed.

'No man, no luck, how's it going?' weary of the guy on the other end I told him I was ok but could do with a blood transfusion. He told me he had blood and was near Grishino. I brought my map out and told him I was pretty near and asked whether he was friendly or not. 'Yeah I'm friendly man, you want to meet up so I can help you?', I agreed and made my way north to Grishino.

6:45am

In the distance I could see a blazing fire, 'survivors?' I though as I made my way slowly towards the crash site, to my dismay the only sign of life was that of the flames and that of the dead who patrolled the glowing area, heading into the nearby bushes I took aim and shot the infected. My radio buzzed as I ran towards the crash site 'Hey...is that you shooting? I'm friendly man'. I laughed as I told him I was taking out the dead and to see if he wanted the weapon from the crash site, he agreed and told me his name was Andy we exchanged pleasantries as I found only ammunition from the downed chopper.

'What weapon do you have mate?" I asked in a pleasant yet worried tone, many people appear friendly in this world but will take you out in seconds if they need to. 'An M4A1 CCO SD' he replied with an obvious accomplished smile across his face 'Nice well it's your lucky day my friend I have just found plenty of STANAG SD magazines at this crash site' He thanked me and told me to meet him south of Grishino and to look for a tower with a giant ball on top of it. I agreed and made my way there.

6:55am

'I'm illuminated by a chemlight' he told me as I new we where getting closer, suddenly I see him running across my field of view, in a split second he turned and shot his gun, instinct took over my body and adrenaline done the rest, my M14 AIM rose and put his chest in the cross hair, aiming down the site I shot twice into his torso, he dropped to the floor in an instant, the radio buzzed one last time as Andy spoke his final words 'I...was shooting the ...infected.. I'm friendly.'.

The raw emotion of guilt hit me hard as I checked the guys pack, he had a bit of food which I had to take, on my way back east I couldn't control my guilt, however half of me thought he could have been shooting at me and that it was definitely to be safe than sorry in Chernarus.

You big bastard Vic lol

Great story :D

Edited January 30, 2013 by philbottle

[victusmortuus 1074]

I'm not a bad guy!!! :D

[victusmortuus 1074]

You should write more, a whole DayZ journey, from the moment you begin until you eventually die (like a series). Would be pretty cool ;) Really enjoyed the reading, have some beans

To be honest I've kind of been neglecting the Zombie novel in my sig, next time I write it will likely be with that but doing what you say sounds pretty great.

[BdogZ 17]

To be honest I've kind of been neglecting the Zombie novel in my sig, next time I write it will likely be with that but doing what you say sounds pretty great.

Cheers, you have a gift :)

[Darrus Dreadtiger 6]

Reminds me that I might have to upload my own DayZ story some day or another... preferably when I ironed out all the factual errors...

Writing a story about a video games without having an internet connection for fact checking is a recipe for disaster.

Chernarus does have nothing to do with the Czech republic :/

[SumoS 168]

Great story!

If your interested in role-playing and creating your own stories, why not check DayZ RP? Interesting community that has paved it's own way and have created the ability to actually play the way you want.

http://www.dayzrp.com/

[tombom 28]

This is awesome man and yeah never can be too careful when friendly or unfriendly fire takes place in your direction. My bud was mowing down infected and accidently caught me in the stomach. I almost bled out

[neozular 0]

Nice story man, altough I never take any risk anymore and I just shoot on sight, I love dem beans.