Entry One, Day Zero: It Begins

[Sandwichx 103]

(Okay, so I decided to write a story about a guy in the world of DayZ. What I did was hit respawn and start a new character. I then played through my life as if I was a real person experiencing all of this for the first time. I am going to keep playing the character, adding to the story every time I play. This is not made up. All of this actually happened to me in-game. I just wanted to show how playing DayZ really can tell a great story. Now, there is a very strong possibility that I could die. When that happens, I will try to play off my death in the story as a near-death. I will then continue writing by making up the rest of the story. That or I might do something else. I don’t know. If I get enough people who want to read this and they have any idea, feel free to tell them to me. Also, feel free to leave comments on my writing and things you think I could improve upon. My additions will be made as new posts so the first post won’t become a giant book. I don’t want suggestions like “you should find an AS50” or “you’re not very good at playing”. That’s not the point. The point is the play as if I was that character. Also, I’m sorry of this first part is too long. I actually didn’t expect it to be this long, and I think I’ll try to make subsequent entries shorter. It also took longer to write than I expected, so I’m sorry about any grammar and spelling errors. I don’t really have time to proof-read and go over them right now. Thank you for reading, and please enjoy.)

Entry One, Day Zero:

It begins.

Entry Two, Day One:

Well, I guess I should start by explaining everything. Honestly, I’m really not quite sure about anything myself, but I will give you all of the information that I have. I don’t know where I am or why I’m here. I don’t even know who I am. The only reason I am writing this is to pass the time. I am extremely bored, and this was all I could think to do. Well, I woke up today on an unknown beach. I was beyond confused. I didn’t know my own name and I had no idea where I was. I did, however, have this feeling that something was horribly wrong. I noticed that not too far away there was a small group of houses. I decided to walk over and see if any local people could tell me anything. As I stood up, I noticed a pack strapped to my back. I didn’t think much of it and walked towards the houses. As I approached, I noticed a several men out on the streets and in the their yards. The one nearest me seemed to be hopping along on the ground, like some kind of animal. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but I walked up to him none the less. As I got closer to him, I noticed he was covered in blood and seemed to be confused like myself. I called out to him. No response. I walked closer, cautiously.

Once I was within ten to fifteen feet of him, I could smell something like rotten meat, and I could see blood and flesh all over him. I slowly backed away and headed towards the next nearest man. However, as I got near this one, he turned to me. I could see he was in the same condition as the last man, and I feared for myself. My fear grew and he started to make his way towards. All of a sudden he was in a full sprint, right at me. I panicked and ran for the tree line, just past the road I was on. There was a large hill just into the trees. I ran up it. As I was making my way up the hill, I looked behind me and noticed the men chasing me seemed to be having trouble walking up the hill. I got out of sight of them while I headed up the hill farther. I kept the road in sight, and as I crested the top of the hill, I made my way back to the road. I decided to follow the road for a bit and see if I could find a town that wasn’t full of psychotic killers. It wasn’t long before I spotted a small farming village in the distance.

I walked into town, hoping to find someone to talk to. I noticed a similarity to the last set of houses. Everyone was wondering around outside. Still a little suspicious, I walked closer to one of the men. However, before I was within 100 feet of him, he started running at me like the last guy. I ran away, only to attract the attention of even more people. I ran to a barn, hoping to hide there. Once in the barn, I was able to find an axe. I grabbed the axe and clutched onto as if it was my child. I watched as only one of the men came through the door. I hid in the corner, but he seemed to know where I was. As he got closer, I told him I would kill him if he came closer. He continued to approach me. I did the only thing I could do. I swung the axe. I swung it as hard as I could. Right down onto his head. He died in an instant. I gulped and dropped the axe. My hands were covered in blood. I had never killed a man before. Or, at least, I didn’t remember killing a man before. I felt terrible. I sat down for a minute and almost cried about what I had done. But then I remember who was outside. I had to do. It was me or him.

I picked up the axe once again and peaked outside. Most of them had moved on by now, but a few still lingered around. I went out the back door that was facing the woods. There didn’t appear to be any back there. I ran out, trying to take the long way around the village and make my way back towards the road. One of the people saw me and started chasing me. I ran as fast as I could over several small hills, but he kept chasing me. I turned around and bore my axe at him. I told him, like I told the last guy, that I would kill him if he came any closer. He just kept coming at me, so I did what I had to. My axe came right down on his head. It cracked open, and his brains splattered all over me. I almost threw up just then.

I decided to look on his body to see if I could maybe find kind of clue as to why all of these people would act like this. All I found was a can of coke in his pocket. It was surprisingly clean. At this point, I realized how thirsty I was, so I opened it and drank it. As I finished it, I noticed another person had spotted me and was running at me. This time I stood my ground, axe in hand. As soon as he got within my reach, I brought my axe down on him. It landed right on his shoulder. His collar bone snapped under my hands, and I could feel every crack and snap as the blade tore through him. There was blood everywhere. I quickly removed the axe from his body and, as he hit the ground, I brought up my axe and swung it down on his head to make sure he wouldn’t chase me ever again.

With tears in my eye, and blood on my everything, I headed away from the town. I wasn’t too far from the road, and I saw a small pond near by. I stopped at the pond and washed myself as best as I could. I tried my best not to think about the things I had done to those people. But they had forced me to do it, right? There was nothing else I could do. I followed to road again for a while. It took me several hours before I found anything. Along the way, I had noticed how much trash and broken down cars filled the street. Something must have happened here. I reached an intersection that lead off to the right and to the left. I noticed a street sign, but it appeared to be in Russian or some similar language. It was obviously pointing the right to a town, but had nothing pointing left.

Wanting to avoid another incident, I took the left route. It wasn’t long before I noticed it was simply taking me back the way I had come. I also noticed not far ahead was a small dirt path leading back towards the town I was trying to avoid. Since I didn’t want to go back to where I was before, I stepped onto the dirt path and followed it for a bit. It headed up a hill and into some trees for a ways. As I was making my way up the hill, I started to smell a nasty, foul stink. I kept walking, however. Soon I started to hear thousands of swarming flies. I thought that maybe it was a garbage dump or something, so I kept going up the hill. As soon as I hit the top, I saw the worst thing I have ever seen in my entire life. There was a pile of decayed, rotten corpses, with a dozen others in bodies bags near by. I ran over the other side of the hill and threw up on a tree. I wiped my mouth and got further away from the bodies.

Once far enough away that I couldn’t smell the bodies, I stopped to collect myself. I remember the pack I had, so I took it off and opened it. Inside, I found a box with a few painkillers, a bandage, a can opener, this journal and a pen. I put back the painkiller and the bandage. I looked at the can opener and thanked God that I at least had something to open food if I found it. I knew I was quite hungry after everything that had happened. I put back the can opener and looked at the journal with the pen attached to the side. The covered said “Scientific Journal” in big letters, and right underneath that it was “Markus” in smaller letters. I figured this must be mine and that must be my name. I said the name out loud a few times and tossed it about in my mouth for a bit, trying to get a feel for the name. I liked it. It sounded kind of manly to me. I opened the journal to the first page and found only one thing written in it. The entry above this simply stating “It begins.”

This was actually kind of concerning, because this meant I might actually have something to do with this problem. I put the thought aside and decided it wasn’t worth thinking about right now. I looked around and noticed I could see some docks in the distance. There must be a city attached to it. I headed down the rest of the hill and out of the trees. As I exited the tree line, I could see the city. It definitely didn’t look very populated, but I had to hope. I walked towards the city, but there was some sort of construction site on this end of the city. I took the long way around it, because, if this was a real city, I’m sure the workers wouldn’t appreciate me walking around on their site.

I found the nearest street and started to follow it into the city proper. As soon as I got to the first intersection and could see around a building, I noticed the streets were full of those sick, murderous people. I was noticed quickly, so I ran for my life. I wasn’t far from a warehouse, so I hopped through the door, hoping to hide there. I ran to the far corner, and the followed me in. They must not have very good eye sight, because they didn’t see on the far side of the warehouse. I went out the other door, only to be spotted again by more of those people. I noticed there was a hospital right next door, so I ran there. On my way over, I lost the men around a corner. I figured if anyone could help me, it would be the hospital staff. I was disappointed to see they had all gone. However, I figured while I was there, why not grab some medical supplies, since I had no idea how long I would be out in the wilderness on my own. I found some more painkillers, a couple morphine injectors and quite a few bandages.

I headed out the door only to be spotted once more. I saw an open house not too far away, so I ran there. This time they followed me in and didn’t lose sight of me. There were about six of them, and they trapped me in a corner. I used my axe to fend them off, however one of them managed to scratch me pretty bad. I was bleed quite a lot, so I used one of the bandages I had on me to stop the bleeding. Right as I was leaving the house, I noticed a camping tent in the corner. I looked outside and noticed it was getting pretty late, so it would be dark soon. I figured that if I was going to be sleeping outside, why not do so in a tent. I stuff the tent as best I could into my pack and snuck outside.

I decided to try and be silent thing time. I walked slowly and silently down the road, looking for somewhere else to hide for a bit. I saw a café at a street corner with its doors open, so I jumped in there. They didn’t seem to have seen where I went, because they all dispersed about. I went to the counter and, behind it, I found a water canteen, a map and a box of matches. I figured these things would be extremely helpful. I couldn’t read the map, because it was in a language I didn’t know, but it could still be very useful. I looked around more and found a large amount of food and drink in the café. I decided that these people didn’t need it, and since I didn’t have a place to stay, I could use it more. I stuffed it all in my pack.

I decided now as good a time as any to leave the city, so I ran out the back door and towards the woods not too far away. I was surprised that I was able to make it out without alerting and more of those people. Once a way into the forest, I stopped and set up my tent. I was extremely hungry by this point, so I used to the matches and some sticks I found around to make a small fire. I cooked one of the cans of food I can found over the fire and ate it. It felt good to have something warm in my stomach. I also drank a can of the soda I had found. Soda probably wasn’t the best thing for me out here, but I had no other choice. It was dark getting dark outside, and I was kind of tired, but not quite ready to go to bed yet.

I felt fidgety after the event of the day, and I needed something to relieve my stress. For some reason I felt like writing, so I took our the journal with the pen. I figured I’d just keep following the format of the first entry. I’ve been thinking, and this has to be some kind of outbreak. There was military vehicles and military tents all over the place. This must be some kind of virus that makes me uncontrollably angry and hostile. I just wonder why the only bodies I’ve seen are the ones stacked up in piles. I guess it’s possible the were, well, eaten. Maybe that’s another effect of the virus. It makes you have an insatiable craving for meat. That would explain why all of them are covered in blood and flesh. Anyway, it’s getting dark and I’m pretty tired now. I’m sure no one will ever get the chance to read this, but I needed to write down what I experienced somewhere.

[Steak and Potatoes 13480]

Son of a biscuit eating bulldog that is long

[Sandwichx 103]

Son of a biscuit eating bulldog that is long

As I said at the beginning, I didn't expect it the be this long. I played for maybe fifteen minutes to half an hour. I was expecting to have about a page of content. Instead I ended up with three pages worth. I will try to make the entries shorter in the future. The problem becomes that I won't have enough content to actually have my character go anywhere.

Edit: I'd also like to know if you're saying that because you think it's so long you won't read it or if you're just making a comment. Because if it's too long to read, I can separate it into parts. I really would like people to read this. I spent quite a bit of time writing it.

Edited October 13, 2012 by Sandwichx

[Tarkastio 38]

It`s interesting, quite a good read for something based off of what is not a story.

I plan to do the same thing in the SA, every time I die it will be a new person who finds the diary of the last person, or just a near-death.

Edited October 14, 2012 by Tarkastio

[Sandwichx 103]

It`s interesting, quite a good read for something based off of what is not a story.

I plan to do the same thing in the SA, every time I die it will be a new person who finds the diary of the last person, or just a near-death.

I was going to wait until the stand alone came out, because I figured it would probably be better for the story, but yesterday I had an hour or two of free time, so I decided to do it.

Also, the second entry should be up by the end of tomorrow.

[Sandwichx 103]

If anyone was looking forward to the next part, I apologize it's not out yet. My mother had to go the hospital, so I've been looking after her.

[Angryofficer 89]

YOU INSPIRE ME

So tempted to do this and post results.

[Hetstaine 10852]

Good read so far Sandwichx :thumbsup:

[CF Donuts 25]

Dude this is freaking awesome idea! Shoutout on the next podcast from me for sure! Doesn't matter if nothing comes of that but I'm LOVING this so far and this deserves more praise.