DayZ fanfiction

[AlexLM 31]

Dunno if anyone else is into this sort of thing. I do a lot of forum RP'ing and Dayz gives me a lot of material to work with. These stories aren't necessarily things that happened to me in the game, just accounts of individuals and groups within the Dayz universe. Hope you guys enjoy it.

 

Svetlojarsk

 

The sound of heavy footfalls and laboured breathing echoed through Svetlojarsk's wide central avenue. Two figures were making their way up the street, the leader dragging a shopping cart loaded with the body of his companion. Both were nearing exhaustion - one from the effort of pulling the weight of the cart, and the other from the pain of the ragged wound in his abdomen. A trail of crimson dripped from the cart onto the asphalt, easily visible against the dust and debris.

 

The pair burst through the door of the Svetlojarsk clinic, the man on his feet  waving a TT-33 pistol across the hallway with one hand. Seeing it was empty, he dragged the cart into the building and closed the door behind him. For good measure he dragged a filing cabinet against the wood and headed into one of the doctor's rooms. As gently as possible, he lifted his companion out of the cart, and dropped him onto the gurney with a grunt.

 

"Hang in there, Nikolai," he gasped, tearing off the injured man's ruined hoody and dropping his backpack to the floor. He placed his pistol on a table and rooted around inside the pack, withdrawing some seconds later with a medical kit and a jar of alcohol tincture.

 

"You're gonna feel a scratch", he warned, slipping a needle into the vein on Nikolai's right arm. This he attached to a bag of saline, which he tied to the low-hanging surgical light with a length of rope. With this done he began to unscrew the bottle of tincture and warned "Nikolai, this is going to sting".

 

Nikolai was too far gone in painful delirium to heed his saviour's warning, but was concious enough to scream out as the alcohol was tipped into the hole in his chest. The other man took this as a good sign, but stole a few wary glances out of the window into the town. A shout like that would have carried for miles. He busied himself with pulling a pair of tweezers out of the first aid kit, which he also rinsed in tincture before dipping them into the wound and withdrawing a bullet. Just for good measure he tipped in some more tincture - eliciting further screams - before returning to the backpack and lifting out a sewing kit. Again he covered the needle and thread in the last of the powerful alcohol, and got to work sewing up the crater. It took eight stitches in all, each piercing of the skin drawing out another cry, from Nikolai, but the improvised surgeon felt he made a rather tidy job of it himself. He ripped open some sterile gauze and bandages, and dressed the wound as best he could whilst awkwardly lifting Nikolai's body to pass the bandage under him.

 

By that point Nikolai had passed out, which was probably for the best. It would be touch and go for a couple of hours, but without any other issues he should be fit to move again within a few days.

 

A crash at the door. The surgeon grabbed his pistol and pressed himself against the doorframe of the doctor's room, listening intently. In the corridor he heard hushed voices and the metallic clanking of weapons being moved around. He strained to hear what they were saying.

 

"It definitely came from here. I'm telling you, someone's injured"

 

"Shut up! Check these rooms!"

 

The surgeon's heart beat faster as he reached for a broken piece of mirror on the floor beside him. He angled it out of the doorway just enough to observe two men in dark green uniforms checking the rooms further down the hall. Both had automatic rifles, and he thought he could see a third lingering around a corner, possibly covering the main entrance. He took a few breaths, preparing to spin round the corner and take them down while he still had the element of surprise.

 

Just as he began to move, Nikolai groaned in pain. The figures down the hall spun round almost instantly to meet the surgeon, who was already drawing a bead on one of the invaders. He loosed off three shots from the Tokarev, two of them connecting into the target's neck and upper chest, and he crumpled to the floor. He spun to take on his friend but found himself a second too slow, and a 7.62/39mm round slammed into his leg, causing him to tumble back into the room with Nikolai and send his own shots far too high. Gritting his teeth in pain, he dragged himself backwards into the corner of the room, leaving a thick trail of blood on the floor from his stricken leg. the sound of running footsteps came from down the hall as the shooter rushed to claim his prize, even as a third man called at him to wait. He flung round the corner, aiming at head height and firing wildly from an AKMS carbine. The surgeon fired another three bullets into him, the large pistol bullets thumping into the man's chest as he tumbled to the floor, still firing, leaving a halo of bullet holes in the ceiling.

 

With eight rounds down, the surgeon ejected the magazine and fumbled for a fresh one in his jacket pocket. The empty metal clattered against the bare floor, and there was a loud echo as he slammed the new magazine home. A voice came from the hallway.

 

"I think you may consider giving up, my friend" it began. "I'm happy to take you down if I have to. Do you hear me?"

 

The surgeon didn't answer, he looked up at Nikolai, observing the multiple craters in his head and side where he had been sprayed by the second shooter. He was almost certainly dead. His own leg was destroyed - the heavy Russian round had gone through his knee, shattering the joint.

 

"Alright, we gave you a chance" came the voice from the hall.

 

"Fuck you!" the surgeon shouted back, gritting his teeth and sharply inhaling as the pain in his useless leg became unbearable. He heard the movement, and the third assailant came around the door, this time at a crouch, he fired several times, hitting the surgeon in the left arm and shoulder. The surgeon screamed, and fired off seven shots in quick succession. He riddled the enemy's chest with bullets, the momentum carrying him backwards and pressing him against a far wall. He slid down into a sitting position, his eyes masked by a dark pair of sunglasses.

 

The surgeon coughed, sending flecks of blood across his lap. He could hear outside the snarling rage of the infected, drawn by the gunshots into the clinic. Shadows danced across the windows as the first of them breached the front door, and their trampling steps echoed down the hall as they approached his position. The surgeon grimaced and lifted the Tokarev to his head as the first of the infected tumbled into the room.

[savini 587]

Very nice.

 

I'm still hoping for a writers forum. For fan-fic, AAR's, and the like.

 

Now I feel compelled to write again, your story is a worthy adversary ;)

[Window Licker 504]

It would be awesome to have these in game as journals.  Let's be honest whos actually read books, I saw one on learning russian I couldn't figure out how to open it, think someone glued it closed for fun

[savini 587]

It would be awesome to have these in game as journals.  Let's be honest whos actually read books, I saw one on learning russian I couldn't figure out how to open it, think someone glued it closed for fun

 

You have to equip it on the slot bar, then hit the number. To turn the pages you press page up and a little 'next page' option appears at the bottom.

 

I just found a copy of 'Dracula'...I'm gonna get some food and drinks and hide in the forest with it :)