This day!

[Bonarz 0]

This day, I will remember forever…

I was riding my motorcycle through the backwoods of Chernarus, when I looked down at my gas gauge and realized I was running low on fuel. I was a little ways south of Polana and knew there was an abandon building site just east of there that I could refuel at.

I had grown up in Orlovets, which was just east of this building site. I used to play there as a kid. I would run around the site, teasing all the workers and playing childish pranks on them. I had fond memories of playing there…this was before the disease spread.

As I crested the hill I could see my destination in sight. Not a moment too soon I thought, as my gas gauge was nearly on the E. As I got closer to the site, I could see that the zombies were acting very abnormal. This wasn’t the typical aimless wandering and picking of rotten bodies on the ground. No, these zombies were on a mission! They were trying to get to something fresh!

Any sane person would duck tail and turn around at the mere sight, or sound for that matter, of zombies anywhere near them. Not me. Not after surviving in this god forsaken hell hole for the last 6 years. You get to a point after a while where they aren’t what you fear most…rather the alive ones are the most scary. You see, zombies are predictable. They just want to kill you and eat your brains. It’s the alive ones you need to worry about. You can’t predict what a person will do.

Many thoughts raced through my head. Should I help this person? What if they try to kill me after I save them? What if they are friendly and really need help? What if…what if…what if…. It seemed like an eternity sitting there watching this all unfold, lost in my thoughts.

I snapped to after what was only probably a minute or so, yet seemed like an eternity. My choices were clear to me. Save this guy, and risk him putting an axe in my back…or kill everything that moved on this factory building site and definitely live another day. After 6 years of this, this is how your thought process is for just going out in the woods to take a piss.

The latter choice was my final decision, and in my mind…my only. I jumped back on my bike and rode around the back side of the hill opposing the factory. I parked the bike on the back side of the hill, so no one would see it if they were to come down the road. As I crested the hill and laid down in the bushes, my mind would not get over what I was up on that hill to do.

I pulled out my AS50 and loaded a magazine into the gun. As I pulled back the action, then set myself to look through the scope, my mind would not stop racing. I peered through the scope to survey the scene before me.

Zombies were trying oh so desperately to get to the person inside this unfinished factory. Inside I saw someone hustling and bustling around in there. I could not make out exactly what he was doing, but I could tell, by his movements, that he was not concerned with the zombies outside.

This struck me as odd for two reasons. First, why was he not concerned about the zombies. Second why weren’t the zombies going through the front door, as there was no door, to just chomp this guys face?

I tried to think of a way out of this, any way out. I did not want to end this man’s life. Once again my thoughts flew back to Orlavets and my childhood. I knew there was a gas station there, and I could refill there instead of here. However, it was a good 15-20 minute jog from here, and walking back with a full jerrycan put me at too much of a risk. I would be exposed and unable to move fast with this jerrycan.

I zeroed in my scope, and had the guy right in my crosshairs. He had something in his hands…what was it? Try as I might, I could not distinguish what it was, I was simply too far away. I didn’t need to kill this man, did I? Maybe he would be grateful for my assistance, and we could work together to survive this hell hole.

BOOM!!!

“What just happened? “ I said to myself quietly. My gaze slowly lowered to my gun. Smoke was slowly drifting out of the barrel. A spent cartridge was on the ground to my right. Had I just killed someone, did I just pull that trigger? I peered through my scope again and saw the man, lying on the ground with blood quickly draining from his body onto the ground surrounding him.

The zombies too took note of this, and started to disperse, as their fresh meal was no longer fresh and alive. I waited a while and surveyed the scene before me, lost in the thought of what I had done and watching the zombies below. As the zombies cleared out of the area, I made my way down to the factory.

I parked the bike outside and made my way to the front steps. They were completely barb wired off. This is why the zombies couldn’t get in. I pulled out my wirecutters and made short work of the barbed wire. As I walked up to the second floor, I tried to prepare myself for what I was about to see.

As I approached, I could see that the item in his hand was Lee Entfield. An old rifle my grandfather used to own! He appeared as though he hadn’t eaten in days. He had really bad wounds on his hands, probably from putting up the barbed wire in a huge hurry. I could tell the wounds were around 2-3 days old. I picked up his gun and checked it. No ammo. I checked his pack and pockets, no ammo. I looked next to him where he had been crouched over. A makeshift fire was in the works and it looked like he had found his first meal in a long time…a dead rat that had its head smashed in from the butt of his gun.

I knew what it took to resort to eating rats. Even after 6 years I will go days without food before eating those disgusting things. They taste horrible and give you the shits for a couple days, but its food. This poor bastard probably had these zeds following him for some time, walled himself up in this factory, and just waited around to die or someone to save him. This is why he wasn’t concerned with the zombies…this was his first meal in days, since he’d walled himself in here.

I walked out and went to fill my jerrycan. The whole time I kept telling myself, “He would have died regardless.” “He may have hit you over the head and killed you had you not done that.” “You could have saved him!” It was the last thought that stung me so bad. This was not what I had envisioned using this gun for. When I found it, I thought of cutting through hoards of zombies in Electro, while being safe on top of the hill. I had images of picking off a zombie chasing a hopeless lady, then her declaring me her savior!

That is not how it was used…Not on this day…

Edited August 30, 2012 by Bonarz

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