Story #2: Grocery Store Alamo

[Deathwind (DayZ) 28]

          So I was playing on this one server that I really like. I had created my character that morning and had been playing for like 5-6 hours, building him up.

Scored an FN-FAL, which is a really great gun in the right hands, and some silenced pistol I desire to remember the name of. As I was near Cherno, I heard heavy global chat of some sort of heavy base at the Cherno grocery store. So, being the curious monkey I am, I decide to head over and 'scout' things out...

 

           I was impressed balls deep in the mud. They had the place locked tight, with the key thrown down the drain. Sandbags layered entries, the places was layered in barbed wire and a wall that included a 2 buses and 3 random cars overlapped in tight but secure perimeter. I really was impressed. I guess the guys where friendly, as even bandits whos usernames I have come to know from past missions and rivalries where getting in on the buzz of trading and gathering in the chat and area in and around the supermarket. I knew I would never be allowed cause my name was well-known around there, at least the name I was using this time. I swap names, original-bandit don't need no fame. But I'm known by those I care to know. Anyways, back on track. Zombies seemed to be the least of anyone's worries as countless vehicles of different shapes and sizes, and a fair share of on-foot travelers came and go. I was past being curious and was literally ITCHING to get a look inside.

 

          I had to be careful though. The people who made it, the supposed -=-Head Founder-=- (via info from chat), his name being RainbowXZY, had strict law going on. This was DayZ at its finest moment of glory! First thing I had to be careful of was there marksman, who I knew personally as Kruyn0n. Bandit turned hero. Pitiful. Anyways, one shot from that AS50 and I was in deep do-do. Then there was the simply unrealistic patrols they had, a mix of trucks with mounted machine guns and odd military vehicles. But I knew the city like I know my cat, who is like my BFF for life. Stalking around, mixing with the trees, becoming one with the surrounding, I went into a brick apartment and took to the handy windows provided. Sweet nibblets I remember that view.

 

          Inside the shop, gear spawn was halted. Replacing the scattered canned foods and carbonated drink was an armada of prestige high-tier firearms that made my trigger finger spaz lightning bolt. They had 2 separate campfires and I could make out even MORE supplies in the back room, definitely some blood bags and food and green packs that where no doubt ammo, and oh shit was that a vanilla package there? Ghillie suit galore. And my usual composed and legendary pro outlaw bandit composure was lost in the woods. I texted my friend, aka HammerRa1d, to give me a hand. I gave a brief overview and he stuck to it like a fly. Since this was his, like, dream server, it was the only one he played on. Last time I had asked, he was donating $40, adding to a sure 4-digit donor total. I had to tell him to slow down and take it stealthy as he approached with his sleek, black SUV. I had to go over the plan.

 

          My heart beats in my non-digital, real life throat. Shaking out the nerves, I bolt up the apartment stairs and plant the satchel charge. I then hear and get the signal that Hammer has placed his satchel charge to. Satchel 1 decoy, Satchel 2 the real deal. Lets get it started. We both took our positions in the hills with our DMR's, giving us a 280 degree view of the store. The SUV, a key part of the plan, was parked near Hammer, hidden so as to not give away his spot. Part 1 of the plane. I take a breathe, steady my cross heirs, and within 5 seconds, I place 2 bullets into the rooftops snipers head. No lag, as his death name pops up very soon after. The gunshots, the death of a close and vital comrade in the Stores operation. That was bound to strike fear. The death was followed by a rapid wave of 'Fucks', 'Screw dis', 'You have GOT to be kidding me', and 'Please don't!"'s. Time to start the plan.

 

          Hammer and I rain lead hell on the poor settlement. We don't pot shot, but we don't aim to kill. If we had aimed to kill, all of them in sight would have died then and there, but we where not sure how many where hiding in the stores depths or in nearby apartments. Another death related to the shop starts a rave of insults and curses. Brokens legs. Havoc. Then we give the terrorist broadcast. I type in caps in the chat, "THIS IS NOT A JOKE. YOUR PUNY LITTLE SHOP IS BEING JACKED, ON THE SPOT. YOU HAVE 3 MINUTES TO TALK IT OVER BEFORE ONE OF MY MANY COMRADES IN THE AREA COMES IN WITH HIS SUV. YOU WILL OBEDIENTLY LOAD ANY SNIPERS AND HEAVY WEAPONS AND ANYTHING SUCH AS GHILLIES, SATCHELS, OR OTHER RARITIES. WE KNOW YOUR CONTENT, ONE OF US IS IN YOUR MOST TRUSTED. IF YOU FAIL TO SATISFY, YOU DIE. TIME STARTS NOW. FAIL TO COMPLY AND YOU DIE BY EXPLOSION!". Right after my broadcast, I blow the apartment.

 

          It doesn't take them 3 minutes to decide. They want to fight back. So we go for kills. We kill 3 of them. They decide to give us the stuff we want and cut their losses with what they have. My friend drives up and loads the stuff. As he drives away, I keep cover. When he finally comes, he gets out of the drivers seat and blows the grocery store. I'm positive the things that followed in chat from that group would get me banned for multiple accounts against the forums limited but still in place rules against racism and profanity.

[Korsbaek 1778]

Yay. You took my advice, and made spaces! Beanz for the story and the layout.

[Deathwind (DayZ) 28]

Yay. You took my advice, and made spaces! Beanz for the story and the layout.

Thanks. With these types of events, the details stick in my brain, even though there are like #3-50 or so more to come.

[RippedGluteus 0]

Amazing.. You are amazing. I just DL Arma II and not even going to waste time being a nice guy.

[King of kong 1117]

Good job! Blow da greedy fuckerZ to hell! But NUUUUUUU!!!!!! SAVE THE CUPCAKES CAUSE' THE'RE ON SALE!