DayZ+X, A Survivor's Journal

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Our clan has been playing for about two weeks now and we figured it might be a good idea to take some notes. It quickly morphed into a full fledged, evolving, short story. Here's an excerpt, hope you enjoy it:

DAY 3

I awoke late in the afternoon of this, my third day on this wretched continent; the musk of damp straw barely concealing the stench of filth and rot wafting in through the barn doors. Less than 72 hours ago I was holed up in the control tower of Balota Airfield with Mitch, another survivor. Yesterday we were joined by Matt who shared in the division of supplies we had been gathering. There was quite a bit of useful equipment laying around the airstrip; road flares, chem-lights, first aid, ammunition and several two-way radios with surprisingly long range. The food we had accumulated was composed of canned beans, pasta and sardines, but not a roll of toilet paper anywhere. We departed the seaside airstrip after passing the dangerous daylight hours in the control tower; taking turns on watch while the others attempted to sleep through the moaning and barking of the Zeds. I left behind the rattle-trap Makarov I'd had since arriving after retrieving a used, but well maintained, M9 from what was left of a Chernarussian military officer.

We moved in a sweeping arc from straight north to northeast, staying inside tree lines and out of the deadly bandit rifle scopes in Chernogorsk. Along the way I quietly dispatched a wild warthog and Mitch butchered it before we each took a share for later nourishment. Our initial destination was a small lake, south of a town called Nadezhdino, and indicated on a worn map I found squirreled away in a file cabinet in the tower. To be honest, it turned out to be more of a retention pond than a lake, but it was the most freshwater we'd seen since leaving the coast. We drank our fill and topped off our canteens, barely daring to hope for nothing more than a stomach ache from the slightly murky water.

Another look at the map and we decided on an ultimate destination of Zelenogorsk to the northwest. A handwritten note on the map pointed to a supermarket and a water well in town, as well as two smaller settlements along the way that offered shelter and possible supplies. We set out, me leading the way; which, in hindsight was the end of the easy part of our journey and the beginning of my current predicament. I had recently bragged that my sense of direction had been flawless up to this point, but it turns out that karma has a sense of humor.

The rest of the story is quite long and is continuing to evolve as we explore Chernarus and try to survive.

I hope it's not against the forum rules to post external links, but here is the blog for story updates:

http://sgazclan.blogspot.com

Cheerz,

SupahG33K