Standoff

[DrunkPunk 159]

Now I know that Lingor related threads generally belong in off topic, but in this instance, Lingor is just the backdrop. The heart and soul of DayZ is what this is really about.

So that being said, a buddy and I were driving along the northern most island, and we came across a military barracks area east of the prison. We noticed a bunch of zombies down there (we were a good 400m away, so the spawns were clearly not ours), so we hopped out with our newly acquired M107 and DMR in hand. A quick check with the rangefinder verified our initial estimate, and we both took up position and zeroed in. We sat there for probably 5-10 minutes, occasionally hearing shots pop off as zombies ran into one of the buildings. Perfect, we thought, now we know exactly which door to cover. Finally, two people crouch walk out the door, and a moment of poor impulse sees me pop off a shot. I miss. Great, now they know we're here. They both run into the building next to them, zombies hot on their tail.

So it's obvious they are being watched. Having only heard one gun go off, we figure this is a perfect opportunity. I change positions so I can better cover the building they're in, while my buddy starts making his way down there with his M14. I watch him slowly walk around the area, trying to find another entrance, as the one I'm facing is not only covered in zombies, but also doesn't give him the best cover to approach the building without the two guys having a great line of sight on him. This process probably takes about 20 minutes, however the only other entrance is crawling with more zombies than the front. So he makes his way back to the front, manages to slip by the zeds, and gets behind a wall next to the building. He tells me he can hear them pacing back and forth, and at one point hears them drink. Sounds like they're getting antsy. It'll be any minute now, I think, gotta make these shots count. Sure enough, after dispatching a few more zombies, they come out at top speed.

They start hauling ass towards the front entrance, which happens to have them coming in my direction. I pop one shot off, but he zigs instead of zags, and I miss. This gets one of them to run straight towards my friend. Unfortunately, he was in third person (he wasn't expecting them out so soon, I suppose), so the shots he rang off completely missed and he gets lit up. The other guy continues running out of the walled off area towards the trees, and another shot puts him down instantly. His still breathing friend freaks out, and heads straight back into the building he had previously occupied.

Bandits-1

Survivors-1

So here we are, a familiar scenario. I maintain my position, my friend respawns, and my nemesis gets comfortable. About 20 minutes pass and he makes another run for it at full sprint. I miss another shot, and he gets in another building. I sit there, determined to give this guy an early retirement from the zombie apocalypse. Many, many minutes go by, and we talk in side chat a bit. At one point, he asks me if I have any mold growing on my shoulder yet. I ask him how he's adjusting to the neighborhood. Apparently the neighbors aren't too friendly, but at least they're kinda quiet. After about 40 minutes, I notice some zombies despawn from a tree stand directly north of the complex, and I change positions, realizing he's probably no longer in the building. Sure enough, to the left of me, a single zombie appears to have gotten tangled in a bush about 300m away. Aha, so he's in the little tree infested area. Probably hiding in a bush. I scan and scan, but to no avail. Luckily, my friend has managed to travel the 7800 meters back to the area. And, as luck would have it, is coming up right behind the little miniature forest.

So I start talking to my neighborhood-friendly-tree-hugger, complimenting him on his undying level of patience and determination as my friend scans the forest, moving ever-so-silently. I am asked if I've moved since my first shot, and I tell him of course I have. At this point, I've been in the rain for quite some time, so my vision is getting shaky and I can feel a cold coming on. Not cool, I think, I gotta get out of this rain. I head back to my UAZ, because I know that if this guy moves, his position is no longer secure, and my friend has the perfect shot. As I get in my vehicle, he spots the guy, and starts rolling up right behind him. Then I hear it. The unmistakable crack of gunshots. All it takes is 3, and I see the words I've been waiting to hear for over an hour: "Checker was killed". Relief, at last.

All in all, this had to have lasted an hour and a half at least. Checker mentioned at one point, "I don't think there is a single other game in existence that could create a scenario like this". And I have to agree with him. You'd think sitting in a few spots in such a close vicinity would be boring as hell, but no, not in this instance. Cheers to both of our victims, not only for being real men and sticking it out until the bitter end, but also for being a part of one of the most intense and amusing standoffs in my DayZ career.

TL;DR - guns don't kill people, bullets do

Edited September 11, 2012 by DrunkPunk

[crobinho 16]

great story, and respect to the guys you attacked for not ghosting your a$$!! storys like this make this game great!!!

[Hydra (DayZ) 472]

Bullets don't kill people, force kills people.

[kingsland 3]

I have had similar instances, but none nearly as entertaining as this.

Being a hero (Yeah, I know.) I'm normally the one trapped, but I still somehow get the guys that initiate the firefights to abort/altf4.

[steve t 32]

Great storey...thank you for sharing.

[glasscasket 33]

solid dudes for them not dc'ing

[alexd191923 5]

amazing story, and this proves to me that not everyone alt f4s.