The Dayz Journey

Gods Amongst Men

Zach and I have been looking for food in a city called Elektro for a few hours since the last incident. Sadly, all the gear we got from those fucking bandits were trash, especially the food. Cans poped open, blood in the food, water bottles drained due to bullet holes or zombie bites in them, and the ammo for their rifles are fucking ghetto as hell! But hey, I guess improvising is just something we all have to learn.

I see Zach looting in the window of the building next to mine.

"Hey...Hey!... Faggot!... God dammit, this deaf mother fucker."

I lift my rifle, loaded with an improvised bullet, and shot next to the window, causing Zach to flip out and dive for cover.

"Fuck! Who the fuck..."

I begin to laugh my ass off and interrupt Zach.

"Relax, bro. It's just me. You were too fucking focused on finding a rotten banana. "

"Oh shut the hell up, it's still food! I'm starving. "

"So am I, but we can't die from getting sick over eating rotting food, I rather get eaten alive! We made it so far to go out like that."

"Well it's either that or starve to death!"

As he said this, I found a shovel, an Ashwood stick, and some rope with a fishing hook in a bag left on the second floor of my building.

"Well, I think we have another option now, Zach."

"Why's that? "

I then begin to make an improvised fishing pole from the little bits I found and showed the finished product to Zach.

"Up for some fish?"

"Fuck yeah! Better than nothing!

"Ok, I'll be in front of your building, just pick up anything that we could use."

Heading down the stairs of my building and looking around, I see a man with a red plad shirt and a pair of jeans walking towards me at a very slow yet menacing pace.

"Hey, that's as far as you go man, is there anyone with you? Are you infected?"

He didn't say a word. Instead, he simply stopped and just looked at me.

"Hey buddy, I'm not going to hurt you. Don't be scared, just trying to be careful during these weird times."

Still, he did not open his mouth. I begin to feel confused; unsure of what I should do. Killing him is just wrong, but an infected survivor could lead to the death of us both or anyone else we come in contact with. I then turn towards Zach's building.

"Hey, Zach? I kind of need you down here. Got a retarded survivor here, doesn't talk."

A second later, he comes out the front door and looks at me with a livid face.

"You're rushing me and no one is here, Ray. What the fuck?"

Shocked, I look for the red shirt man who was just behind me.

"What...I... there was a guy here just now with a red shirt on! Where did he go?"

"Ray, let's just get some food. You might be seeing shit."

"Umm, yeah... sure... let's just get to the docks."

We then walk to the docks and set up our a little resting/fishing area and just sit back and relax.

After waiting a while, we end up catching about 4 fish and cooking ourselves some dinner from the leftover lumber. The sun is slowly setting, marking the end of our search in Elektro.

Tired from the 16 hour hunt of gear, we decided it was best to go in search of a safe and comfy abandoned house in which we can shelter ourselves in for the night.

Yet, we then begin to hear a strange, yet very familiar noises which all survivors must face on a daily basis.

"Fuck, Zach, a horde is on its way!"

"The fish scent must've given us away. It's fine though, we can wait out the horde. There's a building at the end of the docks which we can lock ourselves in until they start looking for other means of food!"

"What are we waiting for then, let's go-let's go-let's go!"

We proceed to run to a two story building containing a piano at the end of the docks. We push ourselves to our absolute limits, the gear is making the run incredibly difficult, and the zombies are effortlessly closing in on on us. Any closer and we will be blocked off from the main land due to the peninsula styled dock.

Then, because of our intense focus on the piano building, I barely notice the same red shirt survivor from earlier who is watching us in a small ditch on the side of the dock just standing there. Almost as if he wanted to die this way... I couldn't let this happen, not another innocent life lost because of idleness. So I make a sharp turn for the ditch, grab his arm and pull him towards the house.

Yet, as soon as I do so, multiple gunshots ripple the air infront of us. Causing me to dive back into the ditch which he was once standing in.

I'm frightened, scared, and worried of another group of fucking Bandits while also being nervous of what became of Zach.

Then, a sudden noise came from the survivor, not him, but a device, a fucking radio!

"Phen, where are you? Come on man! We got to get out of here, hordes are comming from all over and we found another survivor. You were wrong, Phen! There is no military comming! No one is comming! We just got word that the last evacuation was a year ago!"

Who the hell are these people and where did they get all this gear from? And the military is still alive after all this time?

"Fucking shit man, look, uh, Phen, right? We got to meet up with our people! All this noise is bound to bring those cock suckers here!"

We then both began to run out of the ditch and towards a group of people at the end of the docks firing militaristic weapons, such as M4's, and wearing military grade gear! Who the fuck are these guys? Are they a broken regement? Yet in the mist, I saw Zach with his shitty Mosin popping off loud yet powerful rounds into zombies that would create deep cavities all over their bodies.

As we got closer, a zombie managed to jump on the Survivor, Phen. Causing me to whip out my Mosin and blow the fucker's face off.

"God damn man! Get your ass up, we gotta go, NOW!"

When we reached the group of Hero's, the God's Amongst Men in this cruel world. We told them of our idea of bunkering in as we broke zombies heads in with our sledgehammers, and cut some of them off with our axes due to low ammunition.

"How the hell are we going to lose them by waiting around?! We barely got enough ammo to take on these last 50!"

"Just trust me, we'll talk more when we're inside!"

Frustrated, and annoyed, the Hero's silently compiled and ran with us to the Piano building. As soon as we got inside, we locked the door with our lock picks and barricaded them with whatever we had available. Then, once we were secure, I, along with everyone else, fell to the floor attempting to catch a breath.

"Ah man, that was too fucking close, Fucking shit... but what now?"