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[joe king 5]

We all have some intense experiences in Dayz, Share some of your experiences here. Here is one i had last night that really got the blood flowing.

I were repairing a wheel on a push bike at the docks, when a zombie ran up behind me and one shot KOed me, resulting in my death. Upon respawning I ran into a fellow hero, may I add is a very rear sight. I approached him with caution and made contact. After what appeared to be him shitting his pants we got talking, discussed a common enemy which led to us helping him and his buddy find a main rotor assembly so they may assault these bandits.

Finally Abolition arrived and we all jump into the UAZ. As we travel we talk and discuss their plan (These guys appeared to be genuinely decent blokes). We reach the destination, I run to my corps and grab my M4 CCO first, and then one of these other jokers starts looting my gear. I start telling the guy to return my gear, and the situation becomes heated very quickly. I’d warned him and I think he knew I were going to open fire if he didn’t. I did not want to shoot on a fellow hero, then BOOM, abolition had been shot in the back of the head. Snap, snap, I hear as bullets whizzed past me. I took some shots as I ran for cover, but the rogue hero was lost amongst the maze of containers. I looked to Abolition and see the hero was running for cover with his Sa58. These guys only had makeroves to start, so I knew one had my M1911 and the other a very scary Sa58.

I’d been hit, I’m bleeding badly, my heart was racing, my hands are shaking, and my vision blurred. I were pinned down, injured and unaware of my enemy’s location. Zombies started to swarm from far and wide, surrounding us as bullets were exchanged. Next, ‘crack, crack’, bullets flew past my head. I turn and open fire, but miss. I click the gun to fully automatic and start moving before I’m completely pinned down. As I’d predicted, this rogue hero would be trying to flank me. As I peer around a corner he spots me, we both open fire, but the m1911 is no match for the M4. It isn’t until my clip is empty I release the trigger. He’d dropped and crawled between two containers. As I approach him he begs for his life, speaking his last words, breathing his last breath. The eerie silence that followed sent chills down my spine.

One to go, my last known position of him was behind the train. Zombies had closed in quickly and I needed to move, I quickly bandage my wounds. Struggling to see, I approach the edge of the maze of containers, and spot feet running along the opposite side of the train. It appears now that he is alone, he is trying to take up a sniper position. I move closer and peer around a corner. As I poke me head out bullets fly past. He has reached the end of the train, it’s a standoff and now he has zombies heading his way. He has to cross 20m of open ground, but if he does he obtains the upper ground overlooking the entire docks, I wouldn’t stand a chance if he made it up the tree and shrub covered hill. I have to end this now. One last look and I can’t see him. I predict he is 150m-200m away, pinned down against the back of the train, as I’m about to leave my cover another barrage of bullets comes my way. I knew zombies would be right on top of him any second and that would be his last suppressive move. When they stopped I revealed myself. He had started to dash across the open ground. My rifle is shaking, my vision is burred; it’s do or die. He spots me, it’s too late. He is only meters from cover, I shot and he disappears behind a container. As I approach, I am waiting for bullets to rain down from above, feeling as if my imminent death is around the corner I move up anyway. There he is, a bloody mess being feasted on by zombies.

As I walk away listening to his screams, I feel nothing, no pain from my wounds, no hurt towards my fallen comrade, no remorse for shooting down fellow heroes. This is Dayz, leave your emotions at the door, this is unforgiving.

Edited May 2, 2013 by Joe King

[spinager 152]

Why the double paste?

[joe king 5]

Fixed, also renamed as I'd like to hear some other experiences others have encountered that really had them on the edge of their seat.

[AfterShave 140]

I were repairing a wheel

stopped reading right there

[RJTurneR 112]

Just North West-West of Stary, me and my group (A good 6-7 of us) we're moving through a small tree line in the middle of a field. We stopped to take a quick break, eat, drink, etc.. When I spotted two guys, one surivor and a hero moving across the ridge line towards Stary. Heavily geared, so naturally we lined up and opened fire. I took the surivior down with a head shot but the hero guy was downed, not out though. 10 seconds later, another group opens fire at both the hero and ourselves from the South. This was a problem, they had higher ground, more cover, and high caliber weapons. They quickly took each of us down, with only 2-3 of us remaining, either with broken legs, low blood, or generally trying to figure out "Now what?". The hero had been killed by them, and one guy attempted to move across for the loot. He was killed by myself.

Then, a third group to our North East started firing at both groups, with a Huey and what sounded like more DMR type shots to our West. We were completly surrounded. 2 of us were left, I dived over to my friend to heal his leg. We decided we had no choice but to run. We started running West, towards were more fire was coming from, while remaining low by crouch running. We managed to reach the large hill overlooking Vybor. One of the groups had followed us and a what seemed to be an independent sniper had a drop on us.

Next thing we knew, the Huey had landed behind the hill shouting for us to get in. We wasn't going to say no. We got in, flew away and they took us to their camp. We later found out this was one of the clans that had actually started shooting us before, but they had befriended us. We later merged into one group, only to later get into a 3 hour firefight with one of the other groups again at NWAF on the West side.

Most intense DayZ ever....

[RabidDiabetic 63]

stopped reading right there

DayZ has a large international community as you should know by now. Your inability to overlook a grammatical error only hinders you. English isn't his first language so what, he told the story best he could and I enjoyed it and I'm sure others did.

[Saethkept 134]

It was a dark and stormy night . . .

Actually, it was just past sunrise when I woke upon the ice edged heavily alpine forested shorline of what I would later discover to be one of two small islands joined by a land bridge and geographically located on the precipice of the Arctic Circle. A gelid, razor toothed wind gnawing through my soaked clothes to leech warmth from already numbed flesh. I crouched to check the contents of my rucksack. Inside the ice glazed, sand encrusted nylon bag I found a few road flares, a chemically activated heating pack, a can of sardines from some bygone era when fisherman where hucksters as well as sailors, a couple of first aid dressings, and a single chemlight.

Mind shivering within trembling flesh I took a bearing on the newly risen sun and set out at a jog north along the coast. Forest line to my left, jade green glacially kissed waters to the right, I moved as quickly as my thawing bones permitted - all the while knowing that my best chance for survival depended on movement, warmth and clothing dried by a combination of moving air and body heat.The wind carried a sound like a lost child's plea for it's mother to my ears, and hairs raised on back of my neck as if some frigid demon had been unleashed within the heavily shadowed forests to run me down to the frozen earth.

Of the plight of the rest of my mercenary company I did not much consider, for with extreme temperature of these northern seas unavoidably in mind, the chance of survival for those jettisoned from the spiralling C-130 further out to sea was unlikely. Even the cause of the sudden malfunction of both engines did not perplex me just then. Death and life - that being a matter of my own - occupied my full sentience.

Some distance north of my landing I set foot on a dirt road and that sign of habitation, though it appeared deacades old construction, buoyed my fading spirit just enough to give some lift to my step. A half kilometer later I followed the packed dirt surface to the top of a small rise and in the near distance saw the sight I had for so many hours been in dire need of.Constructed along the near vertical breadth of a rocky slope was what appeared to be a 60's era Soviet military installation; low concrete walls enclosed perhaps twelve acres of well used space, in turn occupied by two several story metal guard towers, a pair of barracks, a two story headquarters edifice, a ring of rusted smaller guard stands around the inner perimeter, and a small military jeep parked next to a fuel tank.

To celebrate my discovery, to realize my sudden fortune in the face of my company of fallen comrades in arms now surely eternally entombed on the bed of the Bering Sea, I sat down cross-legged on the dirt road, piled in a small pyramid some twigs I had gathered from the forest edge on my journey north and with a section of cloth torn from shirt, used a road flare to raise a small fire. The meager heat radiated to me like life itself as I cooked the sardines in their can. With a hatchet discovered in a loggers shanty some distance back, I cut the lid off the can and drank deeply the rank, salty preservative. I followed the sickenning draught with chunks of the scaly fish and though surely the last meal I ever desired to have, it was the best I could recall.

Sated, I placed the empty can in my rucksack for later use as a vessel to gather and boil water. I set out for the evidently long abandoned military base, folding knife at the ready, wondering if such large predators as the Kodiak grizzly inhabited this remote and frozen land. Closer to the gate I noticed movement. Several soldiers in the uniform of a defunct Soviet paratrooper brigade milled aimlessly at the entrance as if in a stupor. While unarmed, the sight gave me such sudden pause that I instinctually hooked left into the forest.

Moving quietly I paralleled the perimeter wall until I found an opening in the outer ring of concertina wire and a breach in the concrete wall iself. I went prone and rolled through the breach, finding myself a few hundred meters uphill from the gate entrance and it's group of strange soldiers. With one thought only - a moment sheltered from the wind and perhaps a gulp of freshwater from an ancient tap - I crept toward the nearest barracks, dreamily aware but not concerned over the presence of such anachronistic uniforms worn by soldiers who behaved as a herd of confused animals. What were they doing here? All that mattered to me then was an escape from the bite of the Arctic gusts.

Barracks door before me, hatchet held as threateningly as possible, I opened the door and froze. Crouched before me across the threshold was another man. He held smartly an assaut rifle and before my frigid mind could thaw enough to identify its make and model, the barrel rose toward my chest. In a blur of clumsy motion I brought the ten ounce blade down to meet the other man's hairline and was rewarded with a crunch and spray of hot blood.Relieved to have survived I clawed the assault rifle from the dying man's grip, charged the weapon and took good aim.

My knees failed and all my meager strength drained. I realized as crumpled to a heap on the icy floor that I had just slain Rogers, a member of my mercernary company and a friend of fifteen years. What adversity he must have survived to crash land at sea and make it to this base so far removed from and forgotten by the world. As a needle of madness punched into the last of my will and sanity, shadows that bobbed in the now afternoon sunlight danced jerkily over me from the doorway.I turned to confront their source and into my vision swam the faces of some of the soldiers I had seem milling about the gate. Soldiers they had been, but human no longer. Red, voracious eyes met my own and fingers like bony claws were aimed at my throat.

I do not remember how I did it, but when I next awoke I found myself barricaded in the latrine of the barracks, moans of the once human solders barely audible over the thump of their fists against the other side of the door.Let it be known that mercenary Jack Caine wrote this account with the rim of an empty shell casing on the tile wall of a barracks latrine on an island somewhere in a frozen hell, a place long abandoned and shunned by and emtptied of all sane life.

Edited May 2, 2013 by Saethkept

[Guest]

This one time.

I went into the supermarket............

and only beans spawned

[bloodtrozorx 145]

My friend (hereafter know as Night) was raiding Dubrovo Airport on Taviana and I was making my way to him from the north, he informed me that he had moved south-west into Sabina. As I arrived on the outskirts of Sabina he begins screaming into teamspeak that he is cornered by a bandit in the hospital. Having very little time spent in Sabina or Taviana I ask where the hospital is, he tells me that it's a giant red building. Sure enough I see a giant red building and make my way there. I arrive at the western face of the building and am confronted with a lobby full of benches with a red desk on the left wall and two hallways at the north and south ends of the lobby. Night says he is trapped in a room but won't clarify which side at this time I spot a gun barrel, AK of some variety peeking out of the northern hallway (on my right). I ask Night what his current weapon is and he continues to yell about being trapped. I train my AKM on the hallway and ask over direct "You, with the AK. Can we have a peaceful resolution to this?" My answer is a hail of poorly aimed bullets that never make it around the corner, as Night begins to scream demanding to know who is firing. I move left and slowly round the corner to find the hallway empty but with 2 open doors at the end directly across from each other. I ask Night if the enemy is in his room or across the hall and he claims that he sees no one. I back away slowly into the hall across the lobby and spot Night on the floor of the room to my left. However the enemy whom I can now see has a bandit skin peeks his head around the doorway in the opposite hall and fires, once again menacing the wall with 7.62x39mm bullets. I duck into the room with Night and bandage him but since I have no Epi-Pen he remains unconscious. I begin to hear fire and see bullet impacts on the wall in front of me but I cannot figure out where the bullets are coming from and I've taken no damage. I move back into the wall and the bandit begins to dash back and forth between the rooms down the hall, I tell Night that he is "pulling a scooby-doo" and watch him attempt to draw my fire for several minutes. I lay down in the hallway and watch however after 10 mins he stops running and never reappears. A mutual friend known only as "Mr. Rager" arrives but since Mr. Rager has no mic and communicates only by typing in Direct I cannot use him to assault an enemy hiding in a room just a few feet away. So I ready my AKM and move the the doorway of the left hand room and enter...empty. I turn quickly to the room behind me...empty. Combat logged. I move into the left hand room and find supplies so I go back to Night and wake him and give him a blood bag. We go back to the room to load up supplies and Night bounces an empty whiskey bottle off Mr Rager's face. Mr. Rager backpedals, right through the wall. Confusion reigns as Night and I run at the wall and pass through it as well into a glitch spot where Night and I could be seen by the bandit but his attempts to shoot us through the walls failed. With the stalemate over we took off into the bright afternoon.

LOOOOOOONG Post.

[Inception. 9443]

This one time.

I went into the supermarket............

and only beans spawned

:o

You poor man!