How I would Like To See Dayz Evolve In Story Format

[Hero of Suburbia 40]

What I am about to write is what I dream dayz will become by the time it is released as a full game (maybe Rocket thinks the same but no matter).

Confused, I awoke on the shoreline of an unfamiliar place. I tried to recall the recent events of my life but no clear thoughts came to fruition. I never had amnisia before, but I assume this is what it must feel like. Motivated by my growling stomach and the apparent signs of life I wondered down the coast to a small settlement.

Being an American I could not make sense of the signs as they were written in a different language. However, the befuddlement was quickly replaced by an eerie feeling of loneliness. This was not the loneliness you feel over the weekend without any human contact but instead a feeling of truly being alone. I picked up my pace a bit and before I knew it I was standing in front of an unfamiliar house knocking on the door. Alas, no one seemed to be home so I headed down the road further into the village.

As I approached what seemed to be the town square I still had not run into another soul. As the reality of the situation began to sink into my thick skull I was struck by a pungent smell of decomposing carcuses of magnitude I had never smelt before. Compelled by curiosity yet repulsed by the smell I cautiously ventured toward the direction of the smell.

I thought of many things in my quest to find the origin of the stench but none of my thoughts were extreme enough to prepare me for the sight now ahead of me. Bodies on top of bodies of mutalated humans lay in front of me. My knees suddenly forgot their role, and gave way. My stomach felt queasy. I threw up, all over the place. As I sat there surrendered to the reaction of my body I noticed the floor was not the Grey color it should be as I commonly found concrete to be, instead it was a mute brown. I traced the color heading away from me and then ending suddenly. It was as if it was a small lake created by the uneven pavement of this foreign land. I turned my gaze back toward the pile of bodies and then it hit me. I'M LAYING IN THE DRIED BLOOD OF ALL OF THESE BODIES!

Overcome by fear and confusion I stood up and ran. After a short while I became tired and noticed what looked like graffiti ahead. I closed in on the building and noticed it was in English! Finally some good news. When I was finally close enough to read it it said, "Beware of the Zombies" but the zombies was crossed out with a large red X and replaced by "bandits." My mind was floored with a million different thoughts expanding in infinite directions, I was brought back to the gravity of my current situation though by my lack of understanding of what a zombie is. Why was zombie crossed out and replaced with bandits? Are the bandits working with the zombies? Where are the police? Where is the army? Where is everyone?

I caught myself uttering the last phrase aloud. What terrified me even more was the voice that answered back. I pivoted on the balls of my feet faster than I thought possible to see a woman behind me, pointing a gun at my chest. We both looked at each other for a brief moment before she cut in.

"You are pretty stupid standing here in the open like that."

I replied, "I'm sorry, what? Can you explain to me why your pointing that at me!? What's going on? Where is everyone?"

"Slow down cowboy, this is not the place" she cut in. "If you want to live you best follow me, and not say another word until I tell you to or it might be your last."

Confused, and afraid I followed her. Who is she I thought? How did she know I spoke English? Where is she taking me, and what does she seem so afraid of?

Nevertheless I followed her up the road for about 20 minutes, then we veared off to the left into the woods. She pulled out a radio and said something in another language and then jerked my head by the hair forcing me to sit. She was back to pointing her weapon at me again. However, heading her last warning I dared not ask what the fuck was going on. 10 minutes or so it seemed had past before I heard the rumble of an engine coming down the road towards us. The vehicle stopped in front of us and a large white man jumped out of the drivers seat.

The man and the women had a heated conversation in what sounded like Russian before he came up to me and smashed me in the face with the stock of his rifle.

I woke up handcuffed to a pole in the middle of a tent. I could smell a fire burning outside accompanied by the sweet smell of meat. My salivary glands began to bleed the digestive juices into my mouth and I was once again reminded of the emptiness of my stomach. I was now starving.

Just then the women entered the tent with a plate of food and water.

"Are you with them?"

"With who?" I responded, although my voice was weaker than I had predicted it would be, and it sounded more like a coarse simper than a reply.

"Don't be stupid with me! I have no patience for such things. If you were worth the bullet I would have gladly taken the opportunity to waste your stupid ass in town. But I'm todays world I can't make such stupid decisions. The chief will most likely give you a trial tomorrow and we all would like to see you hanged for treason."

"For what? What are you talking about? Treason!? I have done no such thing!"

"Are you really..."

"What? Am I what?" I desparetly replied. She didn't say anything for a moment. I could tell she was calculating her next sentence when a gunshot went off in the distance. And then another, followed by a barrage of bullets zipping there way through the cloth tent.

Before I knew what was happening automatic gunfire was ringing off faster than the drum beat of a death mettle song. I felt like I was back on the Gaza strip during my time as a journalist. The lady looked at me, and then to her left before her legs gave out and she hit the floor. Her head fell towards me with a cavity right above her nose where the bullet struck her.

I fought desperately to free myself but to no avail. I was trapped, and I could only wait it out, and hope the attacking forces would be kind to me.

[soulfirez 901]

A well written fictional story wasnt a fan of the zombie being crossed out with bandits lol regardless if the fiction fits the reality lol.

 

Beans for all the effort hope the bandits dont take them from you.....

[TedZ 424]

I rather it be a Survival (Don't know whats coming next) rather than a story fantasy.

[Hero of Suburbia 40]

Story ended up being longer than I intendedso I wasn't able to fitnin some other game aspects basically north of the coast where zombie hoards are all too familiar reality than the survivors would like. I'll probably edit later and finish it.

[TEST_SUBJECT_83 465]

Didn't read...sorry.

I don't want ANY story.

I want to make it ALL up in my head.

All there needs is a small back story and that's IT.

 

Just my opinion though, some may love a story.

[Etherious 907]

Yea....sorry I didn't read it either but I do think that story is somewhat needed..although I want us to make up most of it. I like to be creative and use my own imagination.

[Ineedscoffee 464]

Since I'm at work, I have to make this short.

Basically, I'd like the world to die like in the book/movie The Road.

[King of kong 1117]

As long is the story is lore friendly (No "Russia is suddenly friendly with Chernarus"  bullcrap. Russia invaded Chernarus in the Chernarussian Civil war I think)