Ascension (A little fan fiction)

[Corso123 8]

September 24th 2012 /0900hrs/Outskirts of Komarovo

From this vantage I can see the small town. I know this place well, I had delivered supplies to this isolated community, and this community in particular had an abundance of life. I remember the laughter and joy of seeing my truck, an outsider coming to town was always a spectacle to these simple people and their children. I was greeted with a kind smile and some hot tea; I would sit with the adults and regale them with news of the outside world. Although the drive was long I cherished my time with them. Sometimes when I close my eyes I hear their laughter and see their jovial expressions. Unfortunately all of that had been extinguished; it had been replaced by these grotesque monsters that now served as undead sentinels.

At the center of the town sat the pinnacle of this small community, the Church. Most of the people in this region believed in god and to them God was their protector. It’s unfortunate that god never heard their pleas, heard their screams of death and agony. The screams where now silent replaced by the incessant moans of the undead who continued to haunt. So I sat and watched the silhouettes of the former living wander aimlessly somehow attached to their homes. Why they continued to stay close to their village I’ll never know, maybe they are drawn by memory; maybe a part of their former life still lives inside them.

My greatest fear is to wake up in my body, dead, but still somehow conscious of my existence completely unable to control my most primal urges. To become one of ‘them’ was something I had been trying to avoid at all costs for the last few months.

I sat cross legged with my rifle on my lap surveying the town closely. I usually did this before entering to determine the best possible course of action. How could I get in and out quickly, get the supplies I needed with little to no risk. It was often difficult and on several occasions I would move on to another town in search of softer options. This day was different though, I felt something different. I had become complacent with the dead, sometimes toying with them. I figured that this complacency would one day get me in trouble.

September 25th2012/0945hrs/Outskirts of Komarovo

Checking my watch I decided that this would be the best moment to make a run in and scavenge; I gathered my gear checked my rifle and began moving slowly, methodically, knowing full well that too much noise would alert the undead. As I descended the hill my peripheral caught movement. I turned to see but was too late. Pain shot through my left shoulder and I felt my body go limp. Slammed to the ground I clutching at my shoulder confused at what had happened. I looked at my hand and was startled to see blood, a wave of nausea hit me and I could feel my life draining out of me. Slowly I lost consciousness.

September 25th 2012/1200hrs/Outskirts of Komarovo

I awoke to the scorching midday sun, how long had I been unconscious? I moved for my water but was quickly reminded of my left shoulder. I craned my neck and quickly surveyed the damage, it was certain, I was bleeding out. Rolling onto to my stomach and pushing up with my right arm I awkwardly got to my knees, my bag which lay only a few feet away contained bandages. Luckily I had made a point of looking for medical supplies when I was last in town. Quickly I applied pressure and began wrapping my shoulder to stop the bleeding, there was a clear exit wound, someone had shot me… Unless these things had figured out how to operate a firearm then the only conclusion was that someone alive was hunting me.

I reached for my water bottle, fumbled with the lid and pressed it to my lips. Finished with the bottle I hunched over grimacing in deep contemplation. Then it hit me, was this person still out there? He left me for dead? Why? I needed an answer. Grabbing my pack I noticed something different, the weight was off. Now it made perfect sense my rifle, ammunition and food had been taken. My one life line in this hell and it was all gone. With the coast flooded with the dead and no weapon I knew there was only one option for me. Head North or die.

September 26th 2012/1132hrs/South of Zelenogorsk

Today was a bitter sweet morning, only moments after waking up and setting off North I found a derelict vehicle on a long stretch of highway leading to Zelenogorsk. The vehicle was toppled over half submerged in a ditch. Only a few feet away a body lay in a fetal position just barely visible through the tall grass. The body was that of a young woman still fresh, no visible signs of violence, she must have passed away in her sleep. Tracks lead away from her body and disappeared into the dense ticket on the side of the highway, maybe she had a companion? A sudden feeling of melancholy fell over me as I saw her there alone. I can’t help but think of my wife, I never had the stomach to put her down... It has finally dawned on me, the world has truly changed not even a burial is given to the dead.

It took me some time to wedge the trunk of the derelict vehicle open but I was rewarded for my efforts. Inside I found a hatchet and two cans of baked beans. The hatchet will give me some form of protection. I’ll ration the beans in hopes it will last for a few more days until I find something more substantial.

September 27th 2012/0945hrs/Outskirts of Zelenogorsk

My morning started with a fever, I fear that I may have an infection from the gunshot wound. Changing the dressing my fears where confirmed, I noticed that my wound had begun to fester I’m in dire need of antibiotics. Unfortunately Zelenogorsk is brimming with Zeds, it would be suicide to chance that. My only other option is a radio tower situated North-east of Zelenogorsk on a mountain nick named ‘Green Mountain’ the locals have a few superstitious stories that include Bigfoot, and that the previous inhabitants were murdered and have returned as undead apparitions. With my rations dwindling and my moral low I feel my mind slipping, this mountain will either save me or become my tomb.

October 1st 2012/1820hrs /North-east of Zelenogorsk

My movement is labored and the air is beginning to cool. The beautiful autumn leaves have fallen leaving the trees barren and the ground a brown wasteland. I’ve failed to get a good night’s sleep ys because of the cold hard soil; as a result my fever has worsened. The ascension has left me breathless and I feel myself losing consciousness from time to time. My worsening condition is leaving me with the sneaking suspicion that this may have been a bad idea. Some semblance of sanity still remains, but I fear that too will disappear. I need desperately for something to raise my spirits. I hope to reach the summit by 2200hrs.

October 1st/2230hrs/Green Mountain summit

My flashlight just barely illuminates the pathway leading to the radio tower. I can’t tell if it’s my fever or my mind playing tricks on me, but I can swear the trees are alive. They claw at the sky with their terrible withered fingers, and they twist into nightmarish figures. I’m jumping at shadows, what the hell is wrong with me? To make matters worse my two way radio has begun to pick up a strange radio frequency. The recording is on a loop and plays every several minutes; it appears to be related to the outbreak then goes on to a droning of numbers. Are these grid coordinates? Did someone leave this recording for other survivors? This place terrifies me, it has started to rain and I need to find shelter.

October 1st/2235hrs/Radio Tower

The opressive stench of death hit me as soon as I opened the door to the radio tower command center. Some poor bastard had been stripped naked, beaten then hung from the rafters. As I write this I can still picture his neck sitting idly sideways, his eyes staring vacantly at me as if questioning my sudden intrusion. Behind the man scrawled in blood on the wall was the word “BAMBI”. I can’t stay here but I have no other choice. My body is succumbing to exhaustion and to make matters worse; a furious thunder storm has arrived making visibility outside none existent. On a brighter note I found the console that was broadcasting the radio frequency, and promptly turned it off. I’ll lock myself in the backroom; at least a thin wall will separate me from my moody neighbor.

October 2nd/0230hrs/Radio Tower

I’ve been hearing faint voices coming from the old military complex nearby. The storm has stopped and left behind a thick fog which has settled all around the radio tower completely obscuring my vision. I fear that I made a big mistake.

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[Corso123 8]

Just a little fan fiction guys. Its part of an larger story told through journal entries that I've been writting. Hopefully this is the right spot for it, and I hope you guys enjoy it. Thanks

[Lupatchi 143]

this is why we need a working diary function on dayz!

[Argamore (DayZ) 110]

I like it very much! Good storyline, pretty impressive writing, are you a journalist ?

You shall be awarded:

ARGAMORE GAVE A COOKIE TO: Corso123

Congrats, and keep up the good work!

Argamore

Edited February 18, 2013 by Argamore

[Corso123 8]

Thanks guys I'm not a journalist, just enjoy writing on my free time.

[smore98 225]

My my, I rather enjoy this. It reminds me of Apocalypse Z in some cases. I may recommend though that this does have a bit of continuity holes in it that seems a bit strange, but the overall journalism part was executed well. I will continue looking into it!

[b683960 3]

Excellent writing.

Best creative part was ...

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As I write this I can still picture his neck sitting idly sideways, his eyes staring vacantly at me as if questioning my sudden intrusion. Behind the man scrawled in blood on the wall was the word “BAMBI”.

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Superb.

Edited February 19, 2013 by b683960

[Corso123 8]

My my, I rather enjoy this. It reminds me of Apocalypse Z in some cases. I may recommend though that this does have a bit of continuity holes in it that seems a bit strange, but the overall journalism part was executed well. I will continue looking into it!

Thank you for the input. I agree there are some continuity errors on my part. I wrote this up a little faster then I should have and posted a little prematurely, as you can probably tell from some of the spelling/grammatical errors. The continuity errors have a lot to do with my impatience as a writer, I often do this and later smack myself upside the head. It's something I'm working on. I hope that one day my writing will be a little bit more fluid, until then I'll just keep working on it.

Edited February 19, 2013 by Corso123

[willey.erd@oundleschool.org.uk 506]

I really enjoyed the story. A couple of grammar slips but nothing that detracts from the reading! :D

Come check out mine and see what you think!

[charley-taylor@hotmail.co.uk 39]

This was a really enjoyable read! Im not that much into reading unless it really grabs my attention! Great Job!

I hope to see more from you soon.