Death Stories From First Week of Playing

[Jayrod (DayZ) 22]

Death #1

 

The character I started with was not to my liking and I was not sure how to change it to my new default character.  After a failed attempt at drowning herself she was forced to suicide off the roof of a building.  Her motorcycle helmet did little to save her from the fall, nor did the pleas from the other players in the area telling me to watch out for the ledge.

 

Death #2

 

Full of spirit my new toon headed inland from the coast at a frenzied pace.  The terrain was rocky and his inexperience in traversing this jagged landscape cost him his legs.  After what seemed an eternity of crawling in the pouring rain he stumbled upon a rail yard.  As he began searching the box cars for anything which could mend his fractured legs he was set upon by a vicious zombie.  Unable to use his body to fend off the attack he took refuge in the rear of the box car.  The zombie was ravenous and failed to lose interest.  Starving and bleeding he made a vain attempt to escape.  Sprawled on the tracks like a dying hobo he succumbed to the gnashing blows of the zombie.

 

Death #3

 

With renewed spirit and several successful raids on small farming villages, this toon was set for a bright future as a survivor.  Armed with a sturdy axe and a child's pack full of provisions his new found boldness would be his undoing.  Whilst searching an abandon domicile for treats he was ambushed by a heavily armed "policeman" instructing him to drop the axe or he would be killed, the muzzle of his rifle only feet from his head.  Unafraid, he returned his axe to his pack and stood to confront his accoster.  He attempted to converse with the heavily armed man but was unable to find his words (due to his microphone not being plugged in).  He made sure to make no threatening motions toward the man but the silence was too much for him.  The last thing he heard was the fatal shot turning out the lights on his bright future.

 

First Kill and Death #4

 

With a working microphone and small server change this survivor was ready for anything.  Immediately upon entering he was approached by a wounded man crawling at him with a shovel.  Soaked and broken the man pleaded for death, relinquishing his shovel and begging him to end his life.  Unwilling to perform the deed at first he frantically searched nearby homes for anything to mend the wounds but his efforts were fruitless.  He instructed the broken man to follow him into the kitchen where one deft blow from the shovel ended his suffering. 

 

After coming to terms with what he had done he spent the following days travelling the country side, eventually coming to a large inland town where he was able to arm himself with a powerful rifle and trusty sidearm.  He had food, drink, means of defending himself and ample medical supplies but he lacked companionship and lonliness eventually got the better of him.  He decided to head back to the coast to seek out other survivors.  Once there he found a large factory complex and was curious to see what may lie inside.  Attempting to play it safe he scaled the side of the main building hoping there would be an alternate entrance on top.  He saw no entrance but heard the groans from the undead menace below.  He made a dash for the ladder but it was too late, the zombie was waiting for him.  Feeling bold from several Rasputins he returned to the roof and drew his sidearm, taking aim down the ladder.  To his astonishment the zombie retreated into the building and the shot was lost.  He tried to draw the creature back out into the open but failed to notice how dangerously close to the edge he was, the fall was a brief but fatal one.  He did not find companionship in life but will in death among the other fallen survivors.

Edited April 25, 2014 by Jayrod

[Gochief 8]

BRAVO! I love this! Was one of the funniest post I ever read on these forums I will continue to follow this and hope to see more!

[Gochief 8]

Ok here is my version it's not nearly as good as yours but I wanted to give it a try.

 

 

"Dear Diary,

It's been months since the Zombie holocaust and things are only getting worse, I was running out of food and had to leave camp in search of more. After running what seemed like eternity I was lost and used the road to navigate my way to the city. Along the way I witnessed off in a safe distance a wounded female crawling along side of the road her yells for help and groans of pain could even be heard and was heard by evil ears as the other survivor came into view. Then the horror began as she was forced her to drink something from a bottle witch looked alot like the disinfectanct I used at the pesticide plant I worked at. A burlap sack was then placed over her head and a ball bat was used to flatten the round sack into a flat lump of pulp. What have we become now? How much more horror must I witness? I'm trying to find a church and grap a copy of the new testament. It's my only hope to deal with this mess."

[Jayrod (DayZ) 22]

Death #5

 

After exploring the ruins of a mountain top castle, this adventerous survivor sought shelter outside of a large coastal city.  He took refuge in the tower of a fire station just outside the town and settled in for a much deserved nap.  When he awoke the smell of blood and death was in the air.  Descending the tower he was quickly overwhelmed by the sight of a body below him, still gushing with blood.  A quick search revealed nothing of immediate value, the dead mans gun suspiciously out of ammo.  It was not long before the second body was discovered on the other side of the building.  Obviously a skirmish had taken place but it was not clear if these men were killed by another who may still be lurking in the shadows or if they took each others lives.  Not wanting to stick around long enough to find out and being severly dehydrated he snagged a canteen from the second dead man and made a break for the nearby woods, once he was sure no one had followed him, he attempted to quench his thirst only to discover the canteen was ruined, the fluid inside undrinkable.  The few houses outside of the city yielded nothing and he made the decision to trek farther in.  So far no other survivors had been seen but he sensed they were out there.  On the edge of the city he entered another large structure with a tower, this one appeared to be for police use and tragically lacked any liquid refreshment.  It did however provide an excellent vantage point to investigate the city further and as he peered out over the ledge on top the tower it began to look familiar.  He had seen this city in several instructional videos prior to his arrival and knew that if he was to venture further his pants would need to be removed.  Not willing to part with his pants and spotting an armed survivor scuttling around the police station off in the distance he decided this city was best left for the dead.  Racing out back across the field he had crossed earlier he stopped momentarily under some brush to make sure he was not spotted by the zombie down the hill, this proved to be a fatal mistake however as he was quickly set upon by a ninja with a pitchfork.  He was taken by complete surprise, not sure where or how the camoflaged ninja was able to approach him undetected, and unable to react in time he was knocked unconscious by his assailant.  The world went dark and he hoped he would wake up and be able to reason with the pitchfork ninja but his injuries were too grave and he died with his pants on, his only consolation.

 

Death #6

 

Having no resources at his disposal other than a useless flashlight, this survivor thought he could get by on his charisma alone, he thought wrong.  Close to where he landed he witnessed the brutal execution of a fleeing survivor at the hands of a small paramilitary force patrolling the coast.  These six individuals were heavily armed and laughing as they riddled the unlucky man's corpse with round after round.  Surley that man had done something to deserve this type of treatment he thought and obviously these were men of experience who would be worth getting to know.  He boldly approached the group who were still in joyous celebration over their recent victory and greeted them with a "Hey".  They replied with "LOOK ANOTHER ONE!" and a shotgun blast to the face.

Edited April 22, 2014 by Jayrod

[Gochief 8]

Dear Diary,

 

Another day of hell. I hooked up up with a few trusting survivors we found a house with a piano in it and decided to set up camp for the night. After a few RasputinKvass beers I could here Billy Joel's "Piano Man" being played by one of the team. I went upstairs and sat at the desk reading a copy of Moby Dick. Then it happened! The noise of the music must have alerted them of our position. The zombie hoard was relentless they busted thru the floors and tore thru the walls causing a massive panic. I could hear the others screaming for their lives. I ran downstairs to help defend our new found home. When I reached the bottom of the staircase I witnessed in horror as I watched one of the survivors swing his axe at a zombie only to miss and hit his partner killing him instantly. I only had one choice and that was to make my way to the front door and run. I ducked and dodged the axes of the others as they swung wildly at anything moving. When I reached the door I kicked it open and ran as fast as I could hearing the screams of the others in the distance as I ran off into the woods. Now I am lost and I don't know how much longer this can of tactical bacon will last me. PRAY FOR ME DIARY!

[Jayrod (DayZ) 22]

Death #7

 

If there was ever a story about the importance of being prepared this is it.  After traveling the coast for a short distance this survivor spotted a derelict vessel hugging the beach.  Surely it must be full of useful items he thought as he carefully made his approach.  He neared the entrance and another survivor came dashing out.  After a surprisingly friendly conversation about what was still on board they parted ways and he set about exploring the ruined corridors.  The pickings were sparse, no food or weaponry was to be found but he did leave with a large pack and with the large town nearby he was determined to fill it.  With hunger and thirst nagging at his every move he set about searching the houses on the town's perimeter, all picked clean.  The ever present undead menace would not allow him to penetrate further into town and his high speed escape from a pack of zombies was only allowed by the presence of another unarmed survivor running for his life.  Giving up he made a break for the nearby hills, the map he found aboard the vessel was useless as he failed to recognize any useful landmarks to pinpoint his position.  Nonetheless he marched forth only to find roads that led to no where and utter desolation.  The hunger and thirst worsening.  The landscape vast and the sparse scattering of structures empty.  Throwing all caution aside he stuck to main roads, running as fast as he could hoping to come across anything of value.  Eventually a fork in the road and a sign led him to a small hilltop village.  His vision was blurring rapidly and starvation was imminent.  He checked the barn first, nothing, he stumbled his way to the first house along the road and began a frantic search for food.  As he opened the door to the kitchen his world went black, his body spent, severe dehydration and starvation taking their final toll.

 

It now seems I've run the gamut of ways to die and I'm entering my second week in DayZ so this will be my last entry here.  I've learned a ton about the game mechanics and I'm starting to grasp how varying server settings can impact the gameplay, zombie aggression, loot/zombie respawn, etc.  Next I will focus on tales of survival and getting involved with groups of survivors.  Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed it.

Edited April 23, 2014 by Jayrod

[Hopix 44]

Ok here is my version it's not nearly as good as yours but I wanted to give it a try.

 

 

"Dear Diary,

It's been months since the Zombie holocaust and things are only getting worse, I was running out of food and had to leave camp in search of more. After running what seemed like eternity I was lost and used the road to navigate my way to the city. Along the way I witnessed off in a safe distance a wounded female crawling along side of the road her yells for help and groans of pain could even be heard and was heard by evil ears as the other survivor came into view. Then the horror began as she was forced her to drink something from a bottle witch looked alot like the disinfectanct I used at the pesticide plant I worked at. A burlap sack was then placed over her head and a ball bat was used to flatten the round sack into a flat lump of pulp. What have we become now? How much more horror must I witness? I'm trying to find a church and grap a copy of the new testament. It's my only hope to deal with this mess."

Christ you've seen some shit.

[wacktopia 57]

This week for me...

 

Death #1

Slid down a cliff at Pik Kozlova > dead.  Full kit.  Corpse ran but it had de-spawned. 

 

Death #2 

Fell off a stairwell  > broken leg > zombie > dead.  Full kit.  Too far for corpse-run.  

 

Death #3

Fell down a cliff at Zvet > dead.  Full kit. Corpse ran but got the self-corpse-cant-loot bug.  

 

Note to self: NO MORE CLIMBING FFS! ;)

Edited April 23, 2014 by wacktopia

[threedogification 41]

My first traumatizing experience with death (worth the read):

 

I was a new spawn, with little experience in the hell I would soon be trekking through. Elektrozavodsk was the first sign I had seen for a while on this ghostly coastal road. The pale sun was setting through the solemn gray clouds on the horizon. My feet ached, my mouth thirsted. Water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink. It began to rain chilling icy droplets, and soon I was soaked to the bone. Little hope had I for ever reaching any sign of civilization. Soon though, I had reached the port city of Elektro. Within hours of searching, I had found ample provisions for a long walk inland. A Mosin Nagant was strung over my shoulder, a fireaxe in my hand. At dusk I was searching the second story of a main street house when I heard them. A pair of heavy footfalls, the sound of a person laden with supplies. I peered out the window and scoped out my situation. The lone survivor (me) was no longer alone. Should I wander out and meet him or take my chances and run? I chose the former and slowly walked out into the street with my gun bared. The sight was pointed directly at his heart, in case he made any fast movements. I called out to him in a stern voice, "I am a friendly, but I will not be so if you give me reason to harm you." He turned around quickly and faced me. He turned his hands toward the sky. "I am also friendly," he called out, "and I won't hurt you. Do you need any food?" What kind generosity he has... I walked over to him and lowered my gun. The man looked to be very well prepared, TTsKO pants, a mountain backpack, and he also had an MN91. He handed me a can of opened baked beans as a gesture of friendliness. I clasped the can and readily ate by putting it to my face and knocking it back. It was like in slow motion, he raised his gun faster than I've seen anyone do and before I could bring my head back down, shot the bullet through my throat. The beans I was eating flew out of the gaping hole that was now my neck. I instantly crumpled and grasped what was left of the front of my neck. In the last 3 seconds of my consciousness, he looked into my eyes and I saw into his soul. I forgave him. 

Edited April 23, 2014 by threedogification

[MileyVirus 2]

_{I walked through the valley of the shadow of death, I died! I crossed the road to get to the other side, I died! I fell out of a deer stand, I lived until the Zed ate my face!}

 

_{After carefully making my way to the military base and supplying myself to an adequate state, I made the mistake of walking downstairs without looking. Some kind soul spawned as I was looting upstairs and had an itchy trigger finger when I came down. He approached slowly as instructed me to lower my weapon. I did my very best to drop my pistol but I didn't move fast enough. In my final moments, using my last breaths, I asked WHY? WHY would you do this? To which he responded, "Why not"...}

[Guest]

OP good job, this is epic  :beans:  :beans:

[Jayrod (DayZ) 22]

OP good job, this is epic  :beans:  :beans:

 

Thank you!  Be sure to check out my new thread for more epic tales of survival :D

[Blern 74]

First death was sadly, like hundreds of noobs who bled out after the first unarmed zombie attack.

 

Second was after hours and hours gearing up quite nicely, rifle and pistol, plenty of ammo, food and two water bottles, just got healthy, fed and watered and filled up my bottles at the well, online map said some good loot was up in the deer stand, climbed up and glitched off the side and fell to my death. Was so mad I didn't play for days.

 

Third death and all since have been from kos aholes with nothing better to do. I can see a lot of new players uninstalling because of those idiots. Its not helping the game at all. 

[Gochief 8]

Dear Diary,

I have been busy surviving these last 2 weeks and made off well with some good equipment. I also met some friendly survivors they said they was headed North to pick up a friend but they never returned. I left the make shift camp early right after rainfall. I was following the tracks when I noticed 2 dead bodies laying over on the paved road. I went to investigate and to my horror my new friends were shot in the head and stripped of their dignity and clothing. The blood was still pouring from the holes in their skulls. I quickly ran for the woods and kept running as fast as I could then I noticed another survivor wearing the blue backpack of my friend. I don't know why or how nor can I believe I did but out of anger and shear horror I pulled out the Mosin my dead friend gave me the night before I aimed at the head and pulled the trigger without thinking. I just killed another survivor! What have I done? Have I become just another killer like one of the zombies? at this point I don't care anymore diary. I want to kill every survivor I see now. At least I won't have to worry about losing another friend.