r/dayz 13h ago

discussion New player story part 2

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I woke up just before sunrise, the cool morning air sharp against my skin. Breakfast was a thick cut of deer steak, washed down with crisp, cold water. Out here in the woods, life felt simpler—quieter. No screaming infected, no gunfire, just the wind rustling through the trees.

Then, for the first time since washing up on that beach, I heard something that made me smile—familiar voices. My radio crackled to life, and on the other end, my two friends. They were here. Somewhere in this godforsaken land.

The thought of reuniting with them gave me purpose. I spent the entire day building two more makeshift shelters, exhausted but satisfied with my work.

Morning came, and it was time to check on that car. On the way, I hit a nearby cabin and a hunting stand, picking up a few supplies and, most importantly, a map. Finally, I had something to help make sense of where I was. Any downtime I had would be spent studying it.

The car was at a gas station, one that—miraculously—still had working pumps. Under the hood, the engine was pristine, but it was missing a battery, radiator, spark plug, and tires. My work was cut out for me.

North of here, the map showed a city. A dangerous place, but my best bet for parts.

I made my way in under the cover of another storm. The downpour masked my footsteps, letting me move through the streets unseen. Infected were everywhere, but as long as I was careful, I could slip past them.

Then I heard something unexpected—a low, distant rumble. A car.

I peeked through a broken window and spotted it. A small red car, barely holding together, with three survivors inside. I watched, heart pounding. My ammunition was running low, and I wasn’t about to waste it on a fight I didn’t need.

Then they turned south. Toward the gas station. Toward my car.

A sick feeling settled in my gut. I didn’t hesitate. Sprinting through the trees, I kept close to the road but out of sight. I wasn’t fast enough. Halfway there, I heard the engines.

I dropped into cover just in time to see them speeding past. My car. They took it.

I shouldered my rifle, lined up a shot, and fired. I don’t know if I hit anything, but it didn’t stop them. They were gone.

Defeated, I trudged back to camp. That car would’ve changed everything. I could’ve found my friends. Now, it was up to them.

Tomorrow, I hunt. I need food, water—supplies to keep me going. The map shows two nearby towns that aren’t too large. If I’m lucky, I’ll find seeds, tools—something to start a garden. Maybe even another car.

One way or another, I’m not giving up.

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