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Dan Maple

The DayZ Dream

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Last night I was out drinking, I barely managed to shamble home with my cousin.

As always, in my drunken haze, my dreams get rather wild. I dreamed of DayZ, of DayZ rather different than it is now. This is how it went.

We walked along a road with my flatmate, I instantly recognized that we were playing DayZ. As we moved on, we came across a majestic industrial complex, which resembled of a nuclear facility or some chemical factory. As from instinct, I knew that this had to be hotspot for murderers, but also a place of items to behold. Carefully we moved on and readied our M4s, we cleared the grounds around the facility to secure our safe entrance to it, but just as we were ready to enter the complex, someone opened fire on us.

I was wounded, there was a person with a military skin I had never seen, proning in some corner waiting for people to come by. I took cover behind a wall so he couldn't see me and bandaged myself, after doing that, I took shots at him, and even though they all missed, it was enough to keep his interest on me and my friend managed to flank him and shoot him dead before he could act.

Then they came.

There was no time to loot the corpse, for the facility was filled to the brim with zombies. We ran to the north where we could see a hill and a forest, we ran to the edge of the wilderness, occassionally taking a few shots at the zombies pursuing us. Finally, we reached the top of the hill and turned around to take out the remaining zombies, as the situation took a calmer turn, we decided to stay there and scout if our little firefight attracted any human players. Eventually, as was expected, someone arrived at the scene. He wasn't the professional bandit we had expected, but some survivor in a maddened state, running around wildly and pulling zombies to him.

We knew where this game had gone now, and we were still furious about the camping bandit at the facility, so we decided to murder the wild survivor.

It only took a few shots.

The madman went down and died before he hit the ground, but before we could end his rampage, he had attracted tens, if not hundreds of zombies from inside the facility. This is when we realized that this was no ordinary facility at all. No, this had to be the place where the infection took its root. The gargantuan mass of zombies started to run at us, and we tried to counter them with our rifles. For a good while, we managed to keep them at bay, but the more we killed, the tougher they became. Initially we had encountered only basic zombies seen everywhere in Chernarus, but now there was zombies full of broken glass, making them much more dangerous, there was zombies bloated in bile, full of disgusting pores and pustule. We were frightened by the sight because we didn't know DayZ had such zombies.

As a cherry.

On top of the cake, came, what appeared to be some kind of 'boss' zombie. It was animated like your regular monkey zombie, but with an abnormally bloated and large, infested and rotting head. He shambled with a green haze around him, and when we took our crosshairs upon the thing, we could see the boss's special name, as if he was a player. The haze around the creature implied that he spread some sort of an infection or disease, and anyone caught in it could be potentially killed, or even zombified. As the shambling horror started to make its way towards us, with tens of zombies in labcoats as his puppets, we decided that it would wise to run.

We made it to the hills.

Me? I waked up only to be bathed in disappointment as I wasn't playing real DayZ.

Edited by Dan Maple
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interesting story bro but i like the idea of a more "realistic" zombie not odd mutated boss zombies

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interesting story bro but i like the idea of a more "realistic" zombie not odd mutated boss zombies

The contents of my dreams are not mine to manipulate, I'm afraid.

I, too like realistic zombies.

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Oh damn, did I write all that in vain?

No, I read it. I envy people who can remember their dreams. I forget every single on of them in the 10 minutes after I've woken up.

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