This is a tale of heroic sacrifice.
It’s my favorite moment so far in DayZ and quite possibly my greatest videogame moment I’ve ever experienced.
After skirting around the edge of a large city (Cherno maybe) at night for some time, I decide to grow a pair and explore it. My weapon is the Lee Enfield bolt action rifle but firing it would alert every zombie in close proximity to my location. It’s pitch black dark and the moon is the only light source. I spot a fire station, a so called PVP hot spot, and watch it for what seems like a very long 5 minutes. I decide not to enter it having suffered a few too many times in fire stations just like it.
After a few more moments scurrying around I see the City Hall building and climb it. A revolver and a can of Coke (which I desperately needed) are my rewards.
Viewing the city from atop the Hall is quite a site. I look for any other loot spawn areas. The only other enter-able building close by is the Fire Station.
After descending the Hall I again watch the Fire Station for another few minutes then make a break for it. A few zombies follow me but I lose them inside. Slowly walking up the stairs I hear the buzzing of flies, an indication of a dead player nearby. I see the body then BOOM!
A bullet hits me out of nowhere and I’m down to 5000 blood (you start with 12000). After bandaging I have just over 4000 blood, the screen is a mess of black and white blurs and I’m shaking. Painkillers get rid of the shakes then I lay prone. Revolver facing the staircase. Waiting for the shooter to appear…Nothing.
I creep my way back down the stairs and lay prone again, Revolver out facing the back door of the fire station. There’s a voice on the chat, ‘Any friendlies in fire station?’. My voice chat doesn’t work so I can’t answer. Someone enters the door I’m facing!
‘Friendly dude! Friendly!’ he says. The screen is a blurry mess but I see he’s only carrying a flashlight. He says he’s unarmed and I believe him. Using the direct communication text chat I ask if he ‘has blood?’. He says no but he could get some. I quickly warn him of the sniper that shot me. ‘He’s watching the top floor’ I tell him.
Still using the voice chat, the flashlight player asks where the bullet would have came from. I make my final decision at this point. With only 4000 blood I tell him, ‘I have Revolver and Lee Enfield. I’m going to drop them on the ground for you. I’m fucked!’.
On voice chat I hear a confused,
‘What are you doing?’.
To which I dramatically type back,
‘You take them! I’m going out there!!’
I drop all my weapons for him, stand up and walk out of the fire station. The last words I hear are, ‘Mate, there’s a lot of bad players in this game but you’re not one of them’…
And I get finished off from a shot by presumably the same shooter that got me earlier.
I don’t know if my guns helped the other player at all. Whether he took them and fled or tried to avenge me. I’ll never know.
That story just took me about 45 minutes to write out. It’s 12.35 am and as poorly written as it probably is I just needed to get that story out there while it was fresh in my head.