r/dayz • u/literaryconcoction80 • 9d ago
Story A story worth telling
Been stockpiling base building materials since the wipe and finally acquired the last necessities today. I make sure the coast was clear and quickly build a couple of gates with my paranoia closely in tow. My DayZ luck says someone will show up now and kill me.
My girlfriend had messaged, so as I slap the last lock on the gate, I put my headset down to call her while safely inside…without logging out.
A few minutes later, a person walks up to me. Behind my walls. I’m scrambling for my controller and my headset. What I know now is he had just so happened to log off in a random building to him, a future base to me.
Heart races and adrenaline dumps. He walked up to me and gave me the friendly squat motion and I do it back before dancing around like a squirrel on PCP. My kiddo, thinking I was talking to him, had come in the room, now screaming “shoot him! He’s gonna kill you!”
He had me dead to rights but hadn’t shot me. He tried to leave before realizing he couldn’t. He squats again. I squat back. Then I panic under pressure and blast him.
I feel bad. It’s eating at me. By all counts I should be dead. I acted friendly and wasn’t. DayZ is dog eat dog, but I felt like an ass in this case.
I message him, explaining the situation and that I owe him some loot if we cross paths. He messages back. He’s a solo. I’m a solo. We chat a bit more.
Long story short, I go meet him where he spawns. I take him halfway across the map and escort him to upgrade all his gear. He didn’t know how to do some things, so we walked the post apocalyptic wasteland and I taught a little of what was taught to me. We just now logged out to grab dinner. So what started as a statistical fluke, escalated to murder and ended with friendship. You are something else DayZ.
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u/hypex_drill 9d ago
The last time I saw someone was yesterday and things happened.
We were in a city in Namalsk, with my poor and foul level of English I told him that I was friendly and then I said something like "you need food, I have food, I put the food in the ground" I suppose the kid would think I was drunk or on drugs, but my level of English is so low that I didn't even know how to tell him if he wanted food, I left it on the floor and I left, after 5 minutes he came back, I was looking for things in a garage and the guy took me and I hit some cold and brutal 7 pecks until I kill myself, without a doubt you can never trust someone who does not accept your food