The lights are on
Power Member - Level 7
Note: the events
portrayed are taken directly from real experiences in DayZ.
I woke up on the coast, with a Makarov in hand and the city
of Chernogorsk to the west. How did I get here? “Must’ve been one hell of a
party last night,” I thought to myself. My pockets were half filled ammo and
medical supplies. “Yeah, quite a party.” The sun was low and the sky was blue,
and in my best judgment I decided it was on the morning side of the day and a
better time than any to get on the move. To where? For what? With whom? And
how? I didn’t know. I didn’t care much. Although I definitely didn’t mind the
thought of coming across some more beans. Mmm. Beans.
The road to Cherno’ was lined with wrecked cars but
otherwise clear. After several months of “forgetting” to exercise, the first
kilometer or two were brutal. The next, even more so. Coming up behind the
nearest tree line was a collection of small buildings. “Maybe some beans in
there,” I silently hoped. I crawled through a hole in the fence to the closest,
largest house, but unsurprisingly, it was locked. A few dozen meters away was a
visibly open concrete building, maybe seven or eight feet wide.
And then a sound. A low growl, seeming to come from the
throat. It wasn’t aggressive, but it wasn’t human. It sounded animalistic, as
if the life from the voice was taken away and replaced with primal instincts.
“That must be Dave,” I knew the second it registered. “If I was blacked out all
the way from Cherno’ to here, I can’t believe Dave is even surviving his hangover.”
I approached him from a few meters behind as he shambled forward. Something I
did must have startled him. His head snapped back, followed by his body, facing
me, as if calculating the situation. “Alright, definitely not Dave,” I finally
realized. “Dave couldn’t calculate s**t.”
In the second after our eyes locked, the person had taken a
step forward, and I found my gun raised and pointed in his direction. He
sprinted at me, his growls becoming hostile, and after two shots to the chest,
he was down. My hand hurt from the recoil. I wanted beans. I had killed a man.
There were probably still beans in that building.
I approached the body slowly. His skin was pale and he was
covered in blood, much more than had come from the bullet wounds. This was not human.
It was probably one of those zombie things that were supposed to be around, that
would explain it. Or it could’ve been one of Dave’s friends. Either way,
self-defense would hold up in court. If there was a court anymore.
And either way, there was still a building to check. After
scanning the area for any other movement, I arched my leg in and pulled my body
There was a can. On the floor. A tin can. Not labeled. My
eyes focused and my brows tensed. I took one step forward. It was open. And
empty. The disappointment hit me like a great wave on a lonely, hung over post
that wanted beans. “There’s nothing for me here.” I needed to keep moving.
As I ran along the coast, over a small hill, the harbors of
Chernogorsk finally came into view. Across the road was another collection of
buildings, and to my dismay but not surprise, three dark figures were shuffling
between me and the town. My initial thoughts of “screw that” were overtaken by
a familiar smell, seeming to come from an open barn to the north. A smell I
knew was my calling. F**king beans, man.
I crouched down and made my way forward. The first zombie
changed his path, startling me for a second, but sending him west and out of my
way. The other two didn’t seem to be going anywhere. I approached a long wall
to my left and dropped down to the ground. The barn was close, and though my
elbows protested, I crawled past the second zombie. The third didn’t like this
much and wanted to give me a stern talking to. Only a few meters left and I
would be in the barn and out of his line of sight. I kept crawling, about as
far from the entrance as the zombie was from me, moving at about the same speed.
I was surprised it hadn’t noticed me already, but I was pushing my luck. Then
he turned around. “Well that’s convenient”. I finally pulled myself back on me
feet and entered, appreciating the shade. It seemed empty, at least of people,
but with two wooden ledges on either side and some hay bales scattered around
the floor. On the right side, in the corner, more empty cans. On the left, more
But one of them caught my eye. There was some color to it,
at least it appeared that way, not the unmarked tin or aluminum that I had seen
before. Through closer inspection I knew. These were beans. I inspected them
closer, and while I can’t recall exactly how, my mouth jumped in to help and
then they were gone and I was finally satisfied. I checked the upper levels,
more empty cans on the left, but a gun on the right. I didn’t know what it was,
but it had one of those things you move with your hand that makes the bullets
reload or whatever. And appropriately, there were some bullets beside it. Or
shells, I don’t know. But whatever they were, making them go into a zombie’s
head really fast would probably have pleasing results.
Back on the road, Cherno’ was easily in sight. Only ten or
fifteen minutes and I would arrive, probably to find a large crowd of things
wanting to kill me, but hey, at least I had goals. The break from running left
me with enough energy for maybe twenty steps, and then I was back to wheezing
and awkward power-shuffling.
I dropped to the ground and crawled into the grass beside
me. I looked around. The shot sounded relatively distant, but the impact was
close. “What a Dick.” For all he knew I could’ve been handing out beans and
porn. I’m sure he was deprived of one of those, or both, seeing how disgruntled
he’d have to be to shoot at me like a Dick. I waited and kept searching for
movement. I thought it might have come from the hills to the north, but wasn’t
sure enough to look closely, and nothing caught my attention other than two
zombies far to the west. I considered that Dick McPornlack might have been
shooting at them, but again, the impact was close.
A couple minutes passed. I figured I could sit here and wait
until either Dick found me or I died of hunger, or I could get up and risk his sexually
famished wrath. So I got up. No bullets were flying at me, and for all I knew
I wasn’t dead yet, so I kept moving, but stayed low to the ground and in the
After a long and
eventful journey, I had finally reached the east side of Chernogorsk. I went
into a large, unfinished concrete building that seemed free of life. There were
some bedrolls on the floor and more empty cans around, but nothing useful on
any floors. Once I reached the roof, I examined the city and planned my route.
I figured the only good reason to be here, since I hadn’t considered it
earlier, would be to find supplies. The southern half of the city seemed to be more
fruitful, with more open buildings and a supermarket somewhere in the center. I
decided to stay north, making a line west toward large, industrial buildings,
and once I was near the middle of the city, I would head south and west out the
other side. And after that, if I survived, I’d improvise. The zombie population
was obviously more dense, but I knew if I took my time I might have a good
chance, unless I ran into another one of the McPornlacks, the sorry bunch. I
was satisfied enough, picked up my big gun with the hand reloady thing, went
back to ground level and headed out into the city.