The Story of My First Kill

[nox81 28]

Sit back at the bandits camp fire, swig some soda, eat some freshly cooked beef and hear the story of my first ever hummie kill, cowardly or just...you decide.

I stated of being friendly on this game, afraid even. My first encounter with a hummie as i posted on here was a good experience, he helped me out, showed me the ropes, took me on a supply run. He even took me to his camp, shared his gear with me and showed me his hidden ATV. From then on i had a rule, i would be like him, i'd help others too just like he did. A couple of nights later there i was helping a new player out and it felt good, but then things took a turn for the worse. I fell victim to the murderers and cut throats, whilst unarmed i was attacked several times, lost a few lives and and on one occasion some really good progress, i was duped by people claiming to be friendly only to shoot me in cold blood.

So i started to stay away from big towns and people, i gathered some decent gear over a period of time, a couple of assualt rifles, a ghillie, i hunted for food, cooked it, filled my water at lakes as i travelled south to north via forrests, emerging into towns occasionally to make runs for food and ammo. Eventaully i wound up at devils Castle. It had been a long session and i figured i'd save log out at the top of the tower once i had gathered what ever was lying around of worth.

On my way in i was forced to kill a couple of zombies, my m4a1 rounds rang out loud and i wondered then if anyone may have heard, but i hadnt seen another soul all session. I headed up to the top of the tower and found a revolver on my way up and some rounds, i switched it for the makarov i had and went to the top. Once there i surveyed the country side and noticed the distinctive rising smoke of a chopper crash. I imediatly scurryed up to the wall and pulled out my binocs.....and there she was an M107 laying right next to it. I could hardly contain my excitment, i'd never owned a high end sniper rifle and my backpacked AK-74 was low on ammo.

So i took a moment to organise my backpack, drink up some soda and eat some pasta quickly. I pulled my newly aquired revolver to deal with any zeds and turned and made for the stairs.....as i turned to descend i was stopped dead in my tracks with shock and fear......another player was coming up on the flight leading to the one i was facing, he was side on to me with an axe in his hand, he was crouched and scurrying up quickly!

In the absence of a mic trying to type for him to 'stop' was well beyond my panicked fingers, i quickly aimed down my revolver at him and in a panic i fired off 3-4 shots hitting him with 2-3 of them. I think he must have felt the panic as much as me as he turned and ran as fast as he could which just panicked me even more "what if he survives and hides and waits for me, what if he has a gun aswell and switches to it!" i gave chase firing wildly but missing which forced me to switch to my shouldred M4A1 as opposed to risking a reload of the revolver. Running down after him i found him a flight down prone on the floor and bleeding bad....i took aim with the M4 and fired two more shots.....he was dead. I huridly searched his body wondering if he had friends on their way up towards me, i quickly grabbed some bacon and a water bottle, before running out of there.

My heart was still pounding as i crawled to the heli crash some 200m away from the castle when i saw a side chat message pop up from the murdered survivor which read something like this

"ghillied bandit up at devils castle, be careful everyone"

At that moment i switched from my ghillie to my camo clothes, slide up to the wreck, grabbed the sniper rifle and slipped away into the tree line and the approaching server darkness. The thought that i was being treated as something of a danger, a bandit was kinda exciting....i had killed out of fear for my life, fear of losing my gear and the chance to get a weapon i've never had, he may have been on his way up there to kill me, it looked that way at the time but in hindsight by the way he ran and the fact he was side on; im willing to bet getting shot shit him up as much as me seeing him approaching at the most unexpected moment having not seen another soul for ages. It was probably just a real unfortunate conincidence that we found ourselves together on that stairwell, a tense moment where you shoot first, ask questions later. An unfortunate crossing of paths (for him).

I felt exhilarated, maybe it was wrong, had i had a mic i maybe would have quickly shouted 'get back' at him, but the relief i felt when i caught up with him and ended him and the chance of him killing me was satisfying.

Sure he had only an axe visable, i didnt check his backpack and he had no sidearm but i wasnt taking any chances this time, i've been on the wrong end of encounters armed with nothing. He had alot of survival gear too.....strange that there was no gun. But i didnt care, i had taken my first life, i had escaped the scene, got my loot (the M107) and some bacon and water off him. I had also changed my gear to avoid arousing suspicion should anyone else see me folowing his message. I felt like a sneaky, cold blooded murderer, but i also felt justififed, its a brutal world in Dayz....and to his credit he didnt complain, he knew thats how it goes and warned the rest of the server of the danger.

i'll say one thing though, few games have made my heart pump like that.....im mean killing a guy who was massivley out gunned should not make you feel so good! but it was the sense of having survived , when he ran i felt a surge of excitment, fear......when i saw him down and bleeding i felt i had power over him as i ended it.....in some ways im sorry for him, in others....im just glad im alive for a little bit longer. Maybe i could have bandaged him as he lay there, explained...wished him well and ran off?

Is this the beggining of another cold bandit? we'll have to see.....theres still some friendly guy in there, wanting to team up with other survivors and go on supply runs and fight bandits.....but theres also some badit in there now, who equally wants to hunt unsuspecting survivors, track them like a predator waiting for that opportune moment, raid camps and get his hands on other peoples high end gear.

So there it is, my first kill and it came in a most unexpected moment of fear and excitment, the beauty & brutality of DayZ.

I dare say i'll be that bit calmer next time for the experience of this kill.

There lies my victim as i leave the scene, note the blood dripping over the edge of the stairs....colour is washed out from blood loss.

Edited March 24, 2013 by BenjamK

[gamerman001 182]

Congrats. You are now an honorary Trueblood Survivor :P

[Devon206 (DayZ) 77]

I loved the story. I rarely kill people that are not bandits. Mostly because once you get a bandit skin retards tend to shoot you.

[BiGoDeViN (DayZ) 423]

This world of Day Z is shit.

It's black and filled with evil. A man will shoot another man for a can of beans. But there's the dog-eat-dog basic survival instincts that kick in and then there's the inhumane love of killing another man and taking what he earned. The latter seems to be the most popular.

But there's three types of people in this world. Bandits, Heroes, and Survivors. Bandits are the majority. They plunder and kill and will shoot a man extremely out gunned and not even bother to trek the few hundred meters to take what he had. These are bastards. The people who brought all of this shit to Chernarus in the first place. The kind of men that would point a revolver at your face and play russian roulette with you at the loosing end. Then there's heroes. The small majority. It's a rarity to see a man with a vest on and a stripped shirt. It's usually just a simple tale at a camp fire. But sometimes, when your bleeding out and about to die, the bandit who has that revolver pointing at you suddenly has his head explode and a man with a stripped blue shirt gives you a bandage. It's rare but it happens. It should happen all the time. It used to before all of this happened. People would help each other but now... now it's just all went to hell.

Then there's Survivors. You don't stay in the neutral zone for long. Something eventually turns you. It makes you click and has you decide which part you'll be on. Some have the resolve to deal with bandits, and try to beat them and not join them. To bring what was left back. Then the rest just join them. Just become apart of the problem and make the shit continue to swirl.

Not sure about you OP, but I refuse to allow a few assholes ruin it for me. I refuse to continue to make bambi's respawn over and over.

I'd rather be the man with the rifle pointed at the bandit than the man with the revolver pointed at the innocent.

Edit: Damn, this thread is old.

Didn't look before posting. Gonna leave the post. Sorry to mods if I bumped this thread and it being too old.

Edited April 2, 2013 by BiGoDeViN

[hudapr 0]

First post here, man i love these stories! I'm new but I fear this applies to me:

Is this the beggining of another cold bandit?

[bulldog123 1]

good story i remember my first kill it was my first game and some bandit with a gun aimed at me i didn't know that the skin he had meant he was a bandit so i said friendly he began to shoot and hit me twice i ran towards him with an axe and hit him twice breaking his legs he then shot me 1 more time and broke my legs we were both on the ground scrambling for survival but i managed to take an opportunity while he was reloading to hit him in the head and kill him i soon after died cos i had no bandages but that was a good feeling. ive been a bandit ever since