Unfortunate fate

[Survivor_Ted 269]

Dear guy I met in Gorka on experimental UK not too long ago.

 

I was heading west from Berezino after realising that the majority of the city was probably looted, and I as a fresh spawn was desperate to find food and didn't want to go into downtown Berezino due to the large amount of players that were present.

 

As my feet clopped along the asphalt road in a calming rythm my character kept reminding me about how incredibly hungry he was, I had hopes of surviving and I knew Gorka would be a good place to search for food. When I reached the town the first thing I notice were all the building doors being open along the main road, I took a deep breath and decided I had no choice but to enter the town, at this point it didn't really matter anyway.

 

 

The police station seemed to be as good a place as any to search for stuff, so I walked inside, my character still heavily breathing after having low blood sugar and running three kilometers. I enter one of the bottom floor rooms and that's when I hear footsteps behind me, I turn my gaze over my shoulder and I see you standing at the bottom of the staircase, with a rifle lowered. I panic for a split second and quickly press the push-to-talk key to tell you as calmly as possible to please not shoot and that I'm friendly, you raise your gun and aim it at me, I gulp. I'm dead, is what I'm thinking. You tell me to put away the knife I have in my hand and to drop my backpack so that you can confirm that I am no threat, I comply.

You lower your rifle and the situation becomes more soothing, I realise that you're not going to kill me and I thank you for it, and we bid our farewells before we go our seperate ways.

 

 

Not ten minutes after, I made my way up a few houses and am now searching the blue medical building after having found some food to keep my alive, as I scuttle, almost sniffing the floor looking for stuff, I hear zombie screams outside. I'm thinking they're after me, but I'm inside, they can't possibly have seen or heard me. Oh, it's the guy I just met, I think, and I go to take a peek through the barred up windows, I see two survivors running past the building I'm in, armed with rifles and three or four zombies chasing them. I exhale in releif that they didn't think of entering the house I'm in and when the coast is clear I exit and look down the road to see if they're still running, no one in sight, I'm clear. I turn around to continue looting upwards and I see a dead body on the road from whence they came.

 

At this point I feel even more lucky that they didn't care to investigate the blue rickety medical shack I was in, and I quickly make my way up towards the body, and as I get closer I recognize the pitchfork and motorcycle helmet. To my horrific discovery it surely was you, lying dead on the road. I put the pieces of the puzzle together and I see the scenario in front of me happen, a friendly guy I met merely ten minutes ago is now food for the flies, at first, I got sad, after that, the sadness converted into anger, knowing that the two bastards who did this are now running down towards the south, probably snickering at how easy it was to gun down someone who didn't stand a chance with an empty .22 sporter.

 

Yes, I took your gun. I saw that one of them had a boonie and the other one had a yellow raincoat, atleast that's what I saw. I will hunt these men, and I hope that death finds its way to them, as it found its way to you.

 

[GrappleX 354]

Quite good writing my friend.

 

Nice story as well. 

[Bearserk 57]

Exceptional writing skills. I salute thee.

[Iezza 108]

Nice story, hunt them down like the KoS dogs they are.

[Buffaloe 87]

Nice story mate

[AryanBoogeyman 185]

Good story.

 

This is what DayZ is. Player driven organic gaming. Love this role playing stuff.

 

GL on the chase.