I'm a bandit, but I'm not all bad.

[Josh (DayZ) 0]

Being a bandit, isn't all about being a murderous survivalist. To me, being a bandit is to have a higher presence. I'm not afraid to kill, but I'm not afraid to help. If I come across you, just because you identified yourself as friendly, don't mean I'll be. I go by a saying I have, that makes little sense most of the time but 'Trust no one, and no one will be trusted'. To me, this is saying that I shouldn't trust no one, so that I won't have to trust them. Basically, in english if I don't trust them, I don't have to constantly look behind me to make sure he isn't aiming at my head.

Getting back to the bandit part. It's all fun and dandy when traveling the land of DayZ, but sometimes it requires you to show your warface. This is a story about how me and my friend think a bandit should be.

The other day, me and my friend was going around the towns with a mission to get to a specific place. When we got to the area (We will not disclose the location.) we began to infiltrate the building to check for any supplies. I was placed on point as we entered the building, my 'partner' behind me, watching my six. We went up a flight of stairs and found a few weapons on the ground but no ammo. We continued on to the next flight. Upon looking up the stairs, I tilted over to the right to see someone gleeming down on me with a pistol. He quickly opened fire, having the drop on us. Instinctively, I quickly returned fire from the bottom of the stairs with my Winchester. Boom, Bam, BOOM! Gunfire is lighting up the building, you hear shouting coming from the man upstairs, blood begins to pour downstairs. The man, is down. Quickly, we move up to clear the area. I turn right, check the area and quickly announce that it is clear. At this point, we sat there for five minutes working on a game plan.

While we were doing that, we were interrupted by a group of about 4 survivalists, including a bandit. We quickly took a defensive position, I dropped my sights down onto the stairs as he was looking around quietly, we sat still as can be for a few minutes as we heard the footsteps getting louder, and louder. Listening carefully we picked their chatter up confirming our suspicion that they were in the building. They identified to each other that they found the same weapons we did. Sitting as still as a statue, we waited until they turned the corner. Without hesitation in an attempt to protect our selves, I opened fire on the individual at the bottom of the stairs. Freaked out, he looks up, dives behind the stairs as you hear a crack. The man, has broken a leg. Bleeding out on the ground he bandages up as his friend walks to the corner of the room, directly in my sights. Noticing the familiar camoflauge I opened fire, hitting him in the chest/back area. Scared, they flee to a nearby building where they hunker down. Chatting about how much blood he had lost.

Deciding against our own rule of trusting no body, we talked and agreed to helping the poor soul. We quickly identified him and told him that if he agrees to our terms, we will provide to him, a blood pack. Negotiations ensued. Our terms were simple. He and only he can enter the building, how ever, his weapon would have to remain down. If he once pulls his weapon up, we will not hesitate to shoot. Unfortunately at the time, he only had a Makarov and we allowed him to enter with it. How ever, a survivalist happened across us and tried to take advantage of this. He snuck into the building before the other guy and tried to take his place. Not knowing it, we attempted to help him. He couldn't take the transfusion due to his blood being too much. This raised our suspicion. I moved out of a line so that we could open fire on the individual as I had a feeling something isn't right. At that moment, he proclaimed that he wasn't in the building, infact, he hasn't even moved. Without hesitation, we shot and killed the man infront of us. "We warned you!" we shouted. We pondered about taking the offer out of the table. We decided that if he wishes to receive his blood pack, he has to come without any weapons! At all! He agreed and began his way over there.

We waited, my ironsights staring down the stairs. Finger on the trigger, heart pumping. I waited. He identified that he is entering and he made his way up. We allowed him to stay long enough as we gave him the transfusion. At this point, we assisted his exit as zombies entered the building. We covered him until he got to the building. My 'partner' proceeded to identify that there was someone else at the door. The person at the door proceeded to enter, at which point we shot without hesitation. He didn't have permission to enter. This was our location and anyone who dares to enter without permission would die.

This is my story, bandits. Just because you are a murderer, don't mean you can't help out. Always keep an eye open and be careful. Trust no one, and no one will be trusted.

Have fun out there.

Bandit Josh