The man worth four

[over9000nukez 199]

Running, running, running, running. I was running through the coast, from east to west, planning a rendezvous with a few other survivors to set up a toll booth, we'd tell them to strip down, we'd rifle through their gear, then have them go on their way once we were done with their cans of food. Starting at a small town by the name of komarovo, after running at least 200 Kilometers in total, with the constant threat of my neck greeted by a rusty shank, my skull split by a blood caked axe, or a small piece of metal sliding through my brain tissue. Fear kept me going, moving, it kept me alive ,heck, it kept everyone alive in the early days, every minute you'd hear fear outside, bam bam, pow, pow, that was the sound of fear, and in the next few moments, that feeling would be emphasized. I remembered this town, Balota, after the plague hit this was a mess, bodies stacked high, the stench was at least a few thousand needles straight into your nostrils. In these days know more then just Balota, I've heard it be called "DONT GO THERE" also it took the name of "Town with people in it" so this was very risky, how can someone risk their life in that festering mess of shit. I had to go the 'long way round' there was an airfield nearby this place, but my brain cells were probably too damaged to remember from eating old food, and the fumes of death surrounding me all day and night, I was paying more attention to my life at the moment, I didn't care.

After running over the small hill overlooking the whole town, and managing to be seen by the ocean at its horizon, with the occasional wind gust spewing a hot, boiling out on the street, rot smell of road kill toward my general direction, almost making me fall over dead, I almost felt my brain go numb. I started toward the walls of this airfield I forgot about, the smell got a little bit weaker, at least a wall was protecting me from these sudden gusts of death-air toward me. Running, fast as my legs could pull me, m4 cuddled into my hands, I had a fnx pistol ready to go, including my peacemaker, what a happy couple. I kept going toward the west side, I was almost there, when I heard someone slowly munching on a bag of cereal, I guess his mother didn't teach him to close his mouth when he ate at the table. Looking to the trees I just ran past, I saw two chubby sort of fellows looking at me pass, still with food in their hands. I nearly laid a small turd in my pockets, and I guessing they did too. looking at each other, Forest Gump used to say "momma told me not to talk to strangers" but in my 'momma' told me that 'talk' also meant 'go near'. fight or flight boiled all over my brain, every synapse sparking different answers to the situation, 2 guys, and one me, and SHOOT THEM. M4 let out a scream, spitting lead in their general direction, spraying back and forth, my mind wasn't thinking, it was doing. after splitting almost a whole mag into their fragile human bodies, possibly adding 20 more pounds worth of led on top of their chub weight. I was now worth 2 people, it felt awful. I checked their stashed real quick, again near the death stench town, people probably gear my gun, i quickly took a single bag of rice, and ran.

I got out of the circumference of the road kill-fall down dead-zone, having all sorts of mixed emotions rubber banding around, its ok, you killed 2 people, they could've been nice, they could have not, they were packing bullets in their bags, you saw it! they were probably a pack of hunters! my run soon went to limps, as I looked down and saw a bullet wound that flew through my legs, but i was lucky it didn't hit any bones, I would have had to use my only morphine to ease the stress on my broken bone. I strapped it real quick with a bandage, and almost made it to the rendezvous point, the gas station was in sight, I looked around the corner, and saw 2 people, i gave a quick glance around the corner, and swung back, the same situation, but now knowing that this was where we had to meet, and i couldn't have these 2 people pull out a hidden weapon al kill me, fear grabbed my m4 and took control of my arms, and gave their bodies 3 pieces of lead each, my stomach instantly felt like I took a swig of butterfly-in-a-bottle. and I quickly ran up, looked both ways, and saw they did have a hidden fire arm, a fnx pistol. I killed four people, and it took less time then making a cup of coffee, or cleaning plates, or doing anything normal, like we did in the past, is this the new world? is it normal? and if this is the new normal, I don't like it, and who ever finds this letter, I'm probably dead now. And the story goes on, when you kill someone, or take a weapon, or do anything, you make a story, and every time you kill someone, your ending their story, and every time you take a dead person's weapon, you change that weapons story, it can take a new swing on life, that gun could've killed people in the past, and your turning it into a weapon of either peace, or death.

                                                                                                                                          True Story ,
                                                                                                                                                   By ~ Mike

Edited January 19, 2014 by over9000nukez

[over9000nukez 199]

this was yesterday :) and this is my first topic post, thanks for reading! and drop a comment on what you think

[Guest]

That was actually a great read dude, You should do some creative writing pieces! 

[over9000nukez 199]

yah I've been thinking of doing a few stories like this one to practice my writing, beans for my first reply and a nice one at that.

[Guest]

yah I've been thinking of doing a few stories like this one to practice my writing, beans for my first reply and a nice one at that.

 

 

No problem, iif you ever need help, drop me a message by going onto my profile :)

 

I suggest that you try write a backstory to Dayz, it would be epic considering how well wrote this is! 

[over9000nukez 199]

ill do that, and also, if anyone wants a character written send me like a small bio of them, and ill make a little story about them, anyone have any idea for where I should wirte stories? or should I keep them at the bandit campfire?

[over9000nukez 199]

jeez i was hoping for more responses :p again if you want a character written into a story give me a small bio of them, ill make a short story like this one, or something bigger, im not sure yet, depends on if I get bios that are coherent or good.