Day Z book

[hazzathealmighty 51]

So I'm writing a book for Day Z, just about the General struggle of a man in the zombie apocalypse, in a harsh, alien environment.

This is just the first chapter, oh and I'm 14, so this is the best of my abilities in English. Tell me what you think and what i can change if you can :)

Enjoy :D

Oh and i couldn't get Quotation marks for some reason >.<

Day Z

A story by Harrison Slattery

Chapter 1: Welcome to Chernarus

Waves. Breaking waves, and the sound of bird chirping. My eyes shot open but I closed them almost as quickly because of the Sun, blinding sun, I hurriedly covered my burning eyes with my right hand, ‘Man that sun is bloody bright!’ I thought as I sat up, still covering my eyes from the searing sun. I looked around slowly, where was I? I was sitting on a beach, with the large, endless body of water called the ocean and breaking waves to my left and the tree line a short walk to my right, & the beach stretched as far as the eye could see behind me but in front of me the beach ended and grew into small grass filled mounds and in the distance behind the tree line was a large hill that was largely steep. I looked around some more, a small island protruding from the sea nestled to my far right, ‘too far to swim’ I thought.

How did I even get on this beach? The only thing I remember from last night was the screams, the horrible screams and thick black smoke that hurt your eyes and made you cough up your guts as well as Rick and me running down a corridor towards the Life rafts. I suddenly looked to my left, seeing if I could see the life raft. Nothing, just a long empty beach. I sighed, what to do now? I had no clue where I was, I remember the cruise ship I was on was just travelling by the Coast of Chernarus, when the order to abandon ship was given, why it was given I didn’t remember clearly enough. I couldn’t see the ship out in the calm ocean, It might be down the coastline some more. As I was about to stand up I felt a weight on my back and saw I was wearing a small backpack; I took it off and start to rummage through it. What I found wasn’t too good, a small yellow flashlight with a black lenses case, some painkillers, a single bandage and some Aviator Sunglasses, one of the lenses was missing and the other was cracked so I hurled them away in frustration. I pulled out the flashlight, examined it, screwed open the top and looked, thank god there were some batteries in there, and flicked the switch into the on position and a small beam of light appeared from the Flashlight . ‘It works! Thank god’. But aside from that I had no food or water, and I couldn’t tell whether I was near any town at all. I rubbed my forehead and felt a scar; I followed it with my fingers and found it was across my entire forehead, how did I manage to get that? I had no idea, I probably ran into something, I couldn’t remember running to anything and getting the scar so I shrugged it off. I stood up, looked around, and decided to follow the beach, past the small island. I might manage to find a coastal city, or a road I can follow to a city or get a lift of someone, who knows? I sure damn hope I did. But what if I didn’t? What if the nearest city or even road is 100km away? I could literally be in the middle of nowhere. And without food or water I knew I wouldn’t make it very far. Pushing the idea out of my head I trudged off down the coast, past the small island. And then I saw it.

Walking up a small mound I saw a long brick wall, behind that was a shipping containers, lots of them, stacked 3 high. And in the distance I saw building, quite a few of them, hidden behind a lot of trees. Looks like I found a city, only 2 minutes from where I woke up! It was only a small city with a few houses, but the road curved past a large, steep hill, so I assumed for buildings were behind there, I couldn’t tell what city it was but I didn’t care I just started smiling, thank god it wasn’t far, I could find someone and they could help me. I walk fast down the mound and made my way through a break in the brick wall and walked past a small building, filled with Boxes, presumably being loaded into the shipping containers. In front of me was a large crane but no ships were in port, so work was at a standstill. However, I couldn’t see anyone around and the place had an eerie sense to it, and it was damn quiet to, I could only hear the seagulls chirping, and a dog barking in the distance. There were no people conversing about how Italy thrashed England 4-0 at soccer, or the Civil War the was brewing in Syria, No cars beeping their horns or people rushing their way to work or working at the docks. I stood still for a moment and looked, surely there were people around. It is Friday after all; everyone should be at work or at least making their way there. But no, no people were seen. Something was not right, a sense of suspicion was grown in my stomach, and I just couldn’t put my finger on. I shrugged it off and walked forward, not a fast walk, but slower this time, expecting something to jump out at any given moment.

I walked forward past the crane and the road curved to the right so I followed it and it curved to the left and I walked forward stepping over a boom gate and then i looked to my right.

A burnt out car was in the middle of the road and another burnt out car was smashed into a small tree, behind the carcasses of the cars the road curved some more to the right and a saw some buildings 2-3 storeys high and between the buildings you could see the spire of a church. The roads were also deserted except for a man, standing close to one of the burnt cars. He was just standing there, lifelessly, head hanging low, he was wearing a blood splattered yellow button-up shirt and a beret and grey jeans. I wondered if he was injured so I yelled at him.

‘Hey! Hey man, are you ok?

He didn’t respond so I walked over to him saying.

‘Hey buddy are you ok? What happened?

As soon as I said this his head shot up and a saw that his face was largely mutilated with claw marks and blood splattered everywhere on him. He looked straight at me, let out a wild scream and sprinted at me with incredible speeds.

‘Shit!’ I yelled and ran in the opposite direction.

I ran down back to the construction area and saw he was hot on my tail, he was incredibly fast. I need to get a weapon; whatever he was it wasn’t human, no way it was. I ran into the small building filled with boxes and picked up a large piece of wood and yelled.

‘Don’t make me use this! Calm down now or I will!’

He kept running and when he was close enough I let out a wild scream and smashed him over the head with the piece of wood. He fell down and got back up almost instantly. He came at me again and I smashed him in the face again and he fell again, but this time a ran u to his side while he was on the ground and repeatedly struck him in the head until he no longer moved, I then hit him again for good measure and clutched the blood splattered piece of wood in my hands, panting wildly, my eyes were darting everywhere, I looked down at the now dead body of the man I had just killed and said.‘What the hell is going on in this place?

[xFastie 0]

Wow amazing dude! Can't wait for it to be finished! :)

[C0okieH 156]

Nice, very nice.

[wwefanonpc 2]

That was great! Brilliant.

[Rick the Survivor 37]

Yay! im in the story :)

[Soupee 57]

I find fan fiction very interesting.  The fact that a game can inspire someone to write something is a pretty cool thing.

 

That said (and DayZ seems to really be like this), there's way too much "true to the game" in these DayZ stories.  "I found a can of beans and a flashlight."  Branch out from the game proper and tell a unique story!

 

By the way, I have read and peer reviewed papers by seniors in college who didn't write a tenth as well as you do!

[bfisher 561]

All of a sudden, I heard the crack of a large caliber rifle.  Then another.  Is someone sho...

 

The End

 

:D

[hazzathealmighty 51]

I find fan fiction very interesting.  The fact that a game can inspire someone to write something is a pretty cool thing.

 

That said (and DayZ seems to really be like this), there's way too much "true to the game" in these DayZ stories.  "I found a can of beans and a flashlight."  Branch out from the game proper and tell a unique story!

 

By the way, I have read and peer reviewed papers by seniors in college who didn't write a tenth as well as you do!

 

Hey thanks for that massive compliment at the end!  I agree the story is a bit on the "gamey" side

 

I've stopped writing the book, never finished, was mostly just a small hobby. I may start doing some more short stories, but i don't know. thanks anyway dude!

[toxicsludge 406]

That's the problem with you young'ens...always starting something and never finishing it!

:)

[mitch1103 0]

this......is......awsome....... ;) 
just.... I can't wait till you're finished make sure you make it one peace and send it to us ;)  ;)  ;) 
great job :thumbsup:  :thumbsup:  :thumbsup: