This Is My Story (The Account of a DayZ Survivor)

[lamesaint 14]

Hey guys!

So I was watching some DayZ videos earlier today, and I felt the urge to begin writing a story of a survivor in DayZ. I took about an hour and a half to sit down, and begin loosely outlining the story and writing the first chapter.

I'm going to post the first chapter here before I put any more work into it. I want to test out the reaction of the community before I decide to continue any further. If the community reaction is good, then there will be more chapters coming soon!

Please note that this is a very rough draft, without ANY editing, and written right off the top of my head. If you find any errors or constructive criticism, feel free to leave it here!

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter I

This is my story.

The first thing I remember about those DayZ was pain. A lot of pain.

I reached up and pressed my hand against my head, feeling dried blood just above my temple. The wound was clearly at least a day old, as the blood flaked off when I touched it, but it still hurt like hell.

I remember looking around, trying to figure out where I was. I was on the shore, just a few hundred meters from a small town. I couldn't for the life of me remember how I had gotten here. What had happened to me? How had I gotten the wound on my head?

The last thing I remembered was making dinner for Lily and myself. The news was on in the living room, something about an infectious outbreak of some new disease in Chernogorsk. Thankfully we lived in Berezino, far from Cherno, and the military would undoubtedly quarantine the whole area to contain the infection.

I had to pull myself together though. I was in an unfamiliar area, with a head wound and memory loss. I had to find out where I was and try to get back home. I checked myself over for other wounds, but besides my head I was in perfect condition.

I pulled my backpack off and began to rummage through it. All I had was a flashlight, some painkillers, and a medical bandage. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder again, I struck out toward the town, hoping to find someone to let me borrow their mobile phone. I could call Lily and have her take me to the hospital, and we could go from there.

As I neared the town, I saw a road sign ahead of me and off to my left. I was in Komarovo, just west of Chernogorsk where the news had said the infectious outbreak was. I could see people in the street though, so obviously the infection had been confined to Cherno.

I walked toward the nearest person and called out to them, waving my hand. Their head snapped toward me and I knew something was wrong. His face was covered in blood, and his skin was a sickly grey color.

I felt numb with terror as the man charged toward me. I turned and ran as fast as I could into the woods nearby, hoping to shake him. I could hear his footsteps as he gave chase, all the while issuing bone chilling screams. Ahead of me I saw my chance to possibly lose him. The forest floor was thickly covered with brush, and I dove through it without hesitation, then changed direction and ran as fast as I could away from him.

As I heard him crashing through the same brush I had just left, I decided to hide behind a particularly large tree. I was shaking with terror and adrenaline as I pressed my back up against the cool bark. I could hear him exit the brush, and hear his sounds of rage as he realized he had lost me.

Finally, his footsteps receded into the distance as he headed back to Komarovo. I stealthily crept through the woods, following the man's trail. I had to know what the hell was going on.

As I came to the edge of the forest, I dropped down and pressed myself as close to the ground as I could. I surveyed the small town for a good five minutes, noticing things that I hadn't before. The streets were littered with garbage and debris. Cars were demolished and burned. Windows on many of the houses were gone completely. And even more terrifying: the remnants of what looked to be a military quarantine.

Military vehicles were spread throughout the town, but all were destroyed. The dead bodies of soldiers scattered the area. Could these people and the man who chased me be infected with whatever had hit Cherno? If so, what kind of disease could turn a person into what that man had become?

No matter what the answers to my questions were, one thing was certain: I had to get into the town. My throat was parched; my tongue so dry that I couldn't bring up enough spit to wet it. My stomach growled at me as if to tell me that it too needed immediate attention.

It was already getting dark, so I decided to wait for nightfall before I made my way in. Hopefully darkness would provide me with enough cover to get in and out without being seen. As the sun finally set below the horizon, I began my slow crawl from the woods to the town. Infected people were everywhere, and it was fairly easy to identify where they were in the dark. The infected made sounds like they were growling and choking on their own blood at the same time. Even so, I couldn't help but get goosebumps and start to shake whenever I heard that gargling noise right above my head.

After about an hour, I was finally inside the town. I crawled from house to house, trying to find an open building. Finally, I found one, and I quickly snuck inside, closing the door softly behind me. Empty tin cans littered the floor inside the home. I searched from room to room, and was about to give up until something caught my eye in the dark: an axe.

The edge shone softly in the muted light coming through the window. I picked it up and tested the edge with my thumb. It was still pretty sharp, and should serve me well in case I attracted the attention of any more infected.

I found nothing else of any value inside the town, so I decided to leave, and begin my 200 kilometer trek back to Berezino. I moved quietly through the streets, crouching now instead of crawling since I had the axe to protect myself. My biggest obstacle was finding food and water. Dehydration would probably kill me before any of the infected could.

Finally outside of the town, I noticed a gas station along the road to Cherno. I decided to check it out, hoping that I could find something to eat and drink. My efforts were rewarded with some Pepsi and can of beans. I popped open the Pepsi and gulped it down, wetting my dry mouth and immediately feeling better. The can of beans proved more difficult, and I ended up using my axe to cut open the top and scooped the beans through the hole with my fingers, eating every last bean.

Feeling newly invigorated, I hefted my axe and started toward Cherno, the source of the infection, and my best chance for finding more supplies, and hopefully other people.

Edited July 12, 2012 by LameSaint

[Maxanis 0]

It was pretty good. Could be better with some editing though.

[fml 29]

Cool story bro

Edited July 12, 2012 by nightpaws

[lamesaint 14]

Cool story bro

Thanks, I'm glad you liked it :)

Unless that was sarcasm, and then I don't know what to say.

[Pyro_Marine 147]

very nice

[hazzathealmighty 51]

Dude I was going to also write my own story about Day z (I am still yet to buy it :P)

Do you think I should still write one now?

Also your story is very good, I hope you continue

[thetamsen 57]

Cool story bro

this

[lamesaint 14]

Dude I was going to also write my own story about Day z (I am still yet to buy it :P)

Do you think I should still write one now?

Also your story is very good, I hope you continue

Absolutely. There are going to be many people who write their own stories about DayZ, and I think every story will add to this community, so go for it!