Anyway, here's some of my latest adventure in DayZ....
I woke up lying on the ground, the salt tang in the air and the sound of surf telling me I was on the shore before I even opened my eyes. Rolling over, I grunted as I got to my feet and surveyed my surroundings.
Belota. I was pretty sure I was near Belota Air Base. If I squinted hard enough, I fancied I could see the unmistakable shape of the control tower in the distance. I decided I would head that way.
Between the air base and myself was a small village completely over-run with zombies. What in the world made them all come here, I wondered, as I carefully crawled through the weeds and rocks. Then, I wondered no longer, as I heard the buzzing of flies and spied two corpses lying on the steps of a small house. It was clear the horde of zombies had chased these two unfortunate souls, who knows how far... and having killed them, were still wandering around aimlessly.
I managed to crawl to the corpses unnoticed, and quickly examined them. Neither one of the bodies had any useful items, but I noticed a hatchet lying on the porch of the house. Was this what the hapless people were trying to obtain when they died? I had no way of knowing, and didn't take the time to wonder about it for long. I scooped up the hatchet myself.
I poked around the village a little, hoping to find some more useful items, and I was rewarded with a few food items, a map, and a hunting knife. But my most precious item by far was the hatchet, as I used it to kill the zombies I was unable to avoid and thus keep them from killing me.
Heading out of the village, I trotted toward the airbase, keeping my head low but making good time. I seemed to have left most of the zombies behind, and I was able to enter the control tower without incident. My trek from the beach to my present location had left me quite thirsty, so I took a moment to relax on the floor of the control tower and drink a Pepsi I had found in the village.
Thus refreshed, I resumed my search of the tower. It yielded several bandages and some ammunition for weapons I didn't posess. I left the magazines and slugs lying where I found them as I had no use for them. The bandages I took, of course, and an empty canteen. I could fill it with fresh water should I find a source.
What I was hoping to find were matches... some way to build a fire. If I had that, what with my hatchet, canteen, and hunting knife, I could head to the woods and live off the land. It wasn't, perhaps, the loftiest of goals, but it was the only one I had at the present time.
After a thorough search of the airbase yielded nothing else useful, I thought about what I should do. My instinct told me to head for higher and woodsier ground, but there was still the not-so-small problem of not being able to make fire. I couldn't rest yet. I had to keep searching.
I checked my map and decided to head toward the village of Bor. On my way there I was able to kill and dress a rabbit. I stowed the meat away as best as I could, hoping to find a way to cook it soon.
I soon realized Bor would offer me nothing of value. The buildings were all sealed tight against me, and the place was full of zombies. I did manage to find a can of sardines in the coat pocket of a zombie I killed, and I gratefully took it with me.
Pulling out my map again, I decided to head for the farm town of Drozhino, and when a search of its few buildings came up with nothing of use to me, I continued on to the larger city of Zelenogorsk.
I arrived in Zeleno and hurried into the darkness and relative safety of a large barn as quickly as I could. Crouched in a corner of the structure, I ate the sardines, drank some more canned soda and tried to rest as best as I could. Darkness was falling, and I decided to take up my search again in the morning... if I was still alive.