Defeating the Dew...Episode V..The Final Chapter

[Hetstaine 10852]

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

I woke up sharply..i had crashed out in the shade of a tree after my run..fuck! It was dark as sin, a few stars pinholing the night sky. I checked my weapons, nothing missing, i had my dmr, my g36 and my g17. Rifling through the rest of my backpack i knew i had enough on hand for my final run, food, drink, bandages and a stack of ammo. Lets do it, no time to punk out just because the sun was gone. I checked my bearings, rose and started heading in a Westerly direction. Five minutes running and i saw a church silhouetted against the night sky..i made it out to be Pogorevka, i was on track.

I headed in to Pog, hoping to find some flares or chemlights stashed so i could light the final part of my journey, slipped into the church quietly, avoiding a couple of shambling infected outside. In between the rows of pews i found exactly what i wanted, a pile of flares jammed underneath the old wood, amazingly i managed to fit twenty in my backpack amongst all of my other gear. A groan alerted me to a former citizen creeping up from behind, he took a bunch of rounds and i relieved him of a warm can of coke that i immediately cracked and skulled.

My shots had alerted others so i waited for them to bunch inside and then bolted past the horde and out the door, running down the main street, darting right into a large field. Here i had to turn and take out a couple who gave chase, my weapon lighting up the night and the sound cracking across the open ground.

Silence reigned again when the last body fell, i crouched and waited for my eyes to adjust and my hearing to fully come back...there were no more. I slunk away quietly until i was far enough away to illuminate the area ahead of me without attracting more infected, i threw a bunch of flares and finally sighted my destination..

Green Mountain, the massive radio tower perched on top of a large hill from where transmissions may or may not have been heard. Stories of random broadcasts, survivors trekking to and never returning, the mythical slenderman of pre-apocalypse internet fame..the place where i felt i must take my Dew. Why ? i did not really know, i just knew this was the place where i must find out if by drinking it i could lift the curse, somehow end this madness, maybe save Chernarus. At the very least i would relieve my mouth from the taste of coke and pepsi. I was sick of both.

I crept closer to the treeline and popped a few more flares, they hardly penetrated the forest..

I hesitated, wished that one of the many empty Jacks bottles i had seen contained at least a hint so i could smash a hit, but no..the alcohol was always the first thing to go. Fuckers. I stepped into the red tinged forest and forced myself up the hill towards the tower, stopping every couple of metres and listening to the night noises . The swishing of the breeze through the trees could have covered a hundred unnatural sounds, someone or something could have been directly beside me and i would not have heard them. Twitching nervously I moved on through the inky blankness, cursing the sound my footsteps made on dried leaves and the snapping of twigs i could not avoid.

The sky was my only light source now when it peeked through the canopy above, i was saving my flares for the area surrounding the tower when a shape slowly formed in front, despite myself i flicked the light on my G17..

The Tower..i was here. I swept across it with my light, an infected seemed to patrol one of the lower platforms, flicking left and right, raising his arms in weird gestures, he looked fucked up. I scanned my light down towards the entrance, a bunch of infected working their way out onto the road..some towards me..

No fucking around, i holstered my G17 and swung up my G36..party time bitches, ammo to spare. Fire spat from the end of the barrel, one infecteds chest pulverised by the impact, the rest running rapidly towards me

I moved back slowly, spraying them, reloaded, fired again bringing more down, retreating but not panicking. Click click, empty again, reload, fire, click click..fuck! I never reorganised my ammo earlier and i had two mags on me with under ten rounds each..idiot! The rest were in my pack, no time now ! I was hit from behind by one and sent sprawling to the dirt, reopening my chin wound from my bicycle incident..you dirty mole! I slung the G36 and unholstered my G17, switched on the light, turned and fired, blew his face off.

I needed to bandage my chin, it was pissing out everywhere and spoiling my only white shirt, i dived away into the bushes and hid behind a large fallen log. It seemed i had taken them all down as none followed so i slammed on a bandage to staunch the flow from my chin, then looking deeper in my pack saw the skinned rabbit from earlier. Man could i go some of that ! I piled up some twigs, lit up a bunch of leaves and cooked that dirty little demon within sight of the tower. Already having a mouthful of blood i decided ten seconds was a perfect sear time to remove any unwanted fur and shoved it into my mouth, dripping and hot, beautiful.

I kicked some dirt on the fire and moved a stack of mags out of my backpack so i would not be caught out again. If i didn't get my shit together soon...fuck me! I headbutted a tree out of frustration and moved back up to the tower, popped a bunch of flares out, bolted straight through the gate and into the swarm of infected, started firing madly.

The infected were coming from all sides and one had managed to get behind me while i was reloading, i took a hit to the back of my forehead and stumbled forward, clumsily pushing the new mag home.

Just as i was about to pivot and fill him full of lead he hit me again and my foot caught in something solid on the ground as i was turning, i heard the sharp crack as something snapped, that something feeling like my fibula. I screamed out in pain and anger, not here..not fucking now !

I hit the ground hard ripping of my chin bandage, blood pissing everywhere, a group of infected was closing on me, i started panic firing madly, sweeping back and forth into them.

The group was down, i needed to bandage and hit myself with some morphine so i could gather the strength to move my ass into the tower. Out in open i was fucked, plain and simple. Just as i rose to open my pack and smash a morphine some more infected appeared..one looked particularly serious, his eyes seemed tinged with green, maybe i was just freaking out.

I started to raise my gun to get a bead on him when inexplicably i decided to change out for my G17, idiot ! he struck me a massive blow, knocking me sideways and i started to pass out...noooo..NOOOOOO !!!

I lay there semi conscious, feeling the infecteds hideous hands on me as he crouched and started ripping at me, my eyes barely open , the world had become black and white, i could feel the life draining out of me..

nooooooo...i still had time if only i could get up..

move...i must have time to bandage..at least stop the blood flow..everything was going..blackness...i could hear a weird noise above growing closer..something beating the air..a great rushing sound...a desperate moan fell out of my mouth..

...

Airborne2- Ground this is airborne2 , come in.

Ground- This is ground

Airborne2- We have what appears to be flares near the tower on Green Mountain

Ground- Roger, we have no units on the ground in that vicinity

Airborne2- Copy, we will put down as close as we can and go in on foot

Ground- Say again

Airborne2- We are putting down and going in to investigate

Ground- Roger that, will be awaiting your next

Airborne2- Ten Four, Airborne2 out.

The military chopper put down on the road halfway between Zelenogorsk and Pogorevka, a heavily armed man alighting and swiftly heading up the dirt road to the tower, the chopper hovered awaiting his return. Within the minute he had moved to the tower, hardly breaking a sweat, his m249 machine gun cradled and ready. The flare they had seen from above was now dead and the mountain was shrouded in darkness.

He noticed several groups of dead infected, kicked one, still soft, not long dead. Ten or more littered the ground here, all stitched with bullet holes. The embers of a dying fire thirty odd feet down the slope amongst some logs still threw a tiny circle of light... Dafuq ? He moved in towards the main gate, LMG raised, finger lightly on the trigger. More dead infected just inside and still more as he moved quietly past the tower. Jezuz, someone had had a field day here and handed out a serious can of whupass..blood and chunks of body parts were strewn all over, it was like someone had thrown a handful of grenades into a pile of dead bodies. He became even more alert, fearful whoever it was that had created this massacre could not be far away. His breathing quickened.

He stepped on something smooth and metallic, barely making a sound but to him he knew it was enough if anyone was listening, he froze.. crouched, his breathing quieter than a mouse. He looked down, a military weapon..G36..his eyes adjusting to the rubbish, clutter and bodies strewn all around him. He saw the weapon was slung on someones shoulder, he lowered further, someone who was not infected..still warm. He felt for a pulse..nothing. Poor bastard he thought, he must be the one responsible for this carnage, gone down fighting..

He removed the backpack and looked inside, eyes darting around making sure no infected lurked near, his hand coming in contact with a hard smooth cylindrical object deep inside. He pulled out the can of Mountain Dew, holy fuck..he had not seen a Dew for fucking months ! He placed it back in the pack, dug further and pulled out three flares, removed the caps and lit them one by one and throwing them, lighting a large area around him. He removed the backpack from the fallen body and slung it over his shoulder and then headed into the tower, climbing up the interior ladder to the first platform.

What was the guy doing here ? Hoping for a working radio ?

He stepped outside of the tower onto the platform that ran around it, noticing that the sun was just starting to push towards the horizon, his mouth was unbelievably dry. He placed the the fallen mans backpack down , knelt next to it..reached in and grabbed the can of Mountain Dew, popped the top. The sharp crisp noise seemed to echo across the the forest canopy and in that same moment a breeze picked up and rushed through the trees... as the cold wind hit his face he drew the can to his lips and drank.

He didn't stop until the can was empty, belched as he pulled it away from his mouth, crushed the empty aluminium can and dropped it onto the grated platform floor. He wiped his lips and a smile creased his face, damn that was good.

Back at the lone mans body he juggled a choice, never one to leave a buddy behind, even though he did not know this man he could tell from experience he had done some hard yards..it left a bad taste to leave him here, a meal for the infected. It was growing light and his unit remained in cover by day, he had no time to get him to the chopper, he grabbed his entrenching tool and dug a shallow grave in the soft damp earth, covered him as best he could...

That will have to do, he stayed a few seconds more, looked at the mound in front of him and wondered if a few minutes earlier may have been enough to save him.

As he lifted off in the chopper passing near the tower, heading back to their base of operations in the hills far to the North, he cast a last look downwards..wondering if he would ever know the story of the lone guy.

The heli rolled slightly, pitched downards and gathered speed, he put his hand outside into the slipstream and appreciated the feel of the wind.

[Feral (DayZ) 622]

outstanding

[jaytmuk (DayZ) 621]

Nightime play always more interesting, A shame most people are intimidated by it, they missing out i feel

[Hetstaine 10852]

outstanding

Thankyou :)

Nightime play always more interesting, A shame most people are intimidated by it, they missing out i feel

Indeed they are, the night feel in game is awesome.

[Steak and Potatoes 13480]

Hetstaine, strikes again :beans:

[Hetstaine 10852]

He was struck down in his prime, stinking of fresh rabbit.