The beginning of a shortstory inspired by DayZ

[kuma8877 39]

Just wanted to post this to get some feed back. TBH I don't know much about what is considered lore for the DayZ world, so please bare with my ignorance of such story elements if they already exist in the DayZ community. I wanted to practice some writing and this is what I came up with:

 

Where to fucking start?

 

The whole mission is FUBAR now...

 

We were just supposed to drop the grunts on the ground with the team of docs and the goofy looking scientists, fly over watch, and then scoop up anybody that wasn't staying after they made contact with the local authorities...Easy duty, for a Super Stallion aircrew, right?

 

If we had only known what the hell we were getting ourselves into...

 

Our boat, the USS Peleliu, an LHA class naval vessel, full of U.S. Marines and Sailors, had been diverted on short notice to provide air support/ humanitarian aid for some kind evacuation in Chernarus air space. For about a week, there had been a complete blackout of communications coming from Chernarus after there had been reports of some kind of outbreak, it'd been global news. Something was very wrong in that part of the world, but noone outside of Chernarus new what it was.

 

Then we got the call, and our big boat changed course towards Russian controlled waters as per their governments request. For some reason, the Russians didn't have any nearby naval vessels that were available to help. Something about the majority of the military resources, being “predisposed” at the time. Now we know why...

 

I imagine the higher ranking officers knew full well what they were sending us into when they developed the flight and mission plans. It was a really short brief on those plans and what they actually knew. Where to go, what to do when you got there, and where to go once you were done...sounded simple enough. The brass was pretty tight lipped about most of what they knew... but tensions were obviously higher since the request had come in.

 

The entire coastal region was to be considered NBC (nuclear, biological, chemical) positive and everyone going ashore was issued the proper equipment, consisting of gas masks, hoods and gloves in addition to our normal combat flight gear. We were parked ten miles offshore to avoid possible aerial contamination and about two hours before take off a smaller vessel made contact with our ship. That's when we got to see the eggheads that we would be flying in country.

 

After the pilot's pre-flight checks were complete, two squads of heavily armed grunts accompanied by three naval doctors and seven Russian scientists, all decked out for some kind of chemical attack, filed on to our CH-53e. The rear ramp closed. The ground crew gave an all clear and a quick salute to the pilot as the three engines on our bird roared to life as we lifted off the bobbing deck of the Peleliu, and began our flight towards the shore.

 

What we saw coming into Chernogorsk... it was almost beyond description. You could see 'em from almost a mile off shore. Like the shimmer off of hot pavement, the city seemed to writhe on its own. As we flew closer, it looked like the city streets were covered with maggots...only they weren't maggots.

 

They were people...

 

...and they were devouring the city.

 

To be continued...