Three hours, three lives, three deaths.

[BillyBobJoe (DayZ) 8]

I had a bit of fun last night and after reading some stories I felt I should share. I've gotten quite used to dying, things happen, bandits, murderers, zombies that run faster than Kenyans, and simpy breaking your leg on shit you didn't know was possible. But the game overall is too addicting and fun to care about these minor details.

So...the night began with only 4000 blood. I had a run in with a player in Cherno when I spawned. I happened to spawn almost point blank to the store so I ran in and found an AKM, kinda cool right? Saved my life actually. It just happened that not 60 seconds later when I walked into the church, i got shot in the ass multiple times by a makarov. From behind the benches of the church i peeked out with my automatic rifle and dumped a climp into some poor almost-bandit. After I found out he was carrying about 5 clips of AKM ammo, I decided I was quite content with leaving and ran to the NW airfield to save my brother who had just broken a leg and was hiding in the barracks. He had no morphine, just used his last bandage, and was low on ammo. I had morphine in a tent that was on the way though, and he had blood, so I figured this could work if I was careful.

"If" is right. I got to my tent...and found out it had been hit and was completely empty, I was quite depressed but my brother's life was on the line. I ran to the airfield in an attempt to maybe get lucky and find something...but as I got closer, my brother's desire to live faded away. He had become content with death, and a new life after death...he died there, in the barracks, all alone. And then respawned in Electro where he ran the train with an Enfield on some poor schmuck.

As I turned to head back to the coast, I noticed a glimmer...it was fire...from a downed helicopter. Could it be!? Yes, the world is getting brighter. Through my black and white dying eyes, I could see hope. It turns out however, I couldn't see the zombie pilots that came out of the wood work, knocked me unconcsious and tore my body apart as I screamed in pain before I could even see if there was anything for loot.

My respawn found me Cherno again. Not a bad deal...however I had just hit most everthing. It was at this time my re-incarnated brother strolls up with an extra enfield. We figure, it's "balls to the wall" time. We go for Balota. We clear most of the field. My bro goes for the deerstands down south and I hit the military hangers. While in the west hanger I hear something though. Definitely a player is nearby. I look down and see an AK-Kobra. Sweet, another Automatic Rifle. I watch the door as I hear his feet step closer and closer. I hear a zombie take off and then he starts to run. He spins the corner and then it happens...the server farts, but I didn't know. I unload a clip in him. But he keeps running. He looks at me, kind of funny, like "Did you shoot me?" I didn't even hear the gunshot, I was suddenly dead. But so is he. I guess the server didn't know what to do so it killed both of us. I watched the name Josh die across the bottom corner of my screen...I was slightly angry but it's a game afterall.

It's now been two hours and 50 minutes since I logged in. I figured I'd round up and see what I could do in ten more minutes. I got a Cherno spawn, again, cool. I again figure, balls to the wall, baby. I stumble across a Makarov and see a zombie in the distance running at full speed...away from me. This can mean only one thing! Another player is nearby! I took off at full sprint. Something inside me knew it was Josh. I had to get him. I couldn't catch him but I could parallel them to keep up. Then he made a turn...towards me. My sprinting attracted mulitple zombies and so did his. Probably the whole city was on us combined. As he turned the corner I shot him twice trying to break a leg and let the zombies eat him. He kept running though. I took off behind him, any remaining zombies that could have been idle, were by no all over us. He made a bad turn at a wall and ended up nearly cornering himself. Being beaten by zombies I raised my makarov and shot him several more times to finish the job. He had been spewing blood the whole run so it took little ammo. I watched him die there in the middle of that street...then stood over his body as the whole Cherno supply of zombies surrounded me and then I gave myself over...

[puppetmaster11 229]

:beans: :beans: :beans: out of 5 good story B)