Realistic or Modern Those DayZ Are Gone

[Waffels]

Have you ever wondered, how its like to be in a place where you can't run?


Be in a place where you can't hide?


A place where you can't live?


The only option;


Is survive.

In a Post-Apocalyptic world, you, a survivor, try to stay alive in the middle of this mess we call "Earth". Little is known about the infection that has devastated most of the world's population in only 2 years, except that upon becoming infected, the victims become highly aggressive, attempting to attack any uninfected human they find. They call these people Zombies, Walkers, Zeds, or only Infected. The origin of the virus itself is unknown yet, but some people believe it came somewhere from the region of South-America and it's surroundings.

The Infection appears to cause loss of personality, fluent speech and complex thought, accompanied by a massive increase in violent aggression. The Infected can still hear, and will attack any uninfected human who has attracted their attention through noise. Most of their vision is incapacitated, but they can still see bright lights if they are within at least 200 m. Due to a lack of higher brain function, they are incapable of picking up objects, operating simple mechanisms such as door handles or climbing ladders. Although they have varying levels of speed and physical capability, most of the Infected can move as fast as a healthy Survivor and they do not appear to get tired, presumably due to the Infection. They lack normal human biological requirements such as the need to sleep, and are able to survive exposed to the elements in conditions that a non-Infected human wouldn't. However, they are still susceptible to conventional injuries.


The Infected have been related into 3 types until now:


Normal: It's a normal Infected.


Hopper (Crawlers): They move on all fours in a strange frog-like hopping motion, and can deal heavy damage to you if they get the chance to knock you down.


Buster: It's a mutated form of the virus. There are too little of those reported, and most of the people who actually see them, can't survive. They are related as a normal Infected, but with enhanced strength, size, and a deformed body. No one has ever related to be able to kill one of those.

You are going to survive in New York City. There is no known Safe-Heaven there. There is no Known military outposts there. Only the Infected, and other survivors like you. What are you going to do them? Are you going to kill them? Rob them? Or make new allies? Endless possibilities, but only one life. Choose your destiny well, because there is no more room in hell for people like us.​

 

[Waffels]

New York City, 13:26 PM





The city was quiet, like nothing ever seen before. You couldn't hear people talking, or the Infected growling. As the Sun was covered because of dense clouds, the city looked even more grey.


But them something happens. A sound comes from the distance, alerting most of the Infected. The sound itself, looks like a rotor of some kind, making repetitive noises. But as the sound got closer, you could already tell what i was: A Helicopter.


A UH-60 Black Hawk helicopter comes flying low over the city, looking like his rotor was smoking. He was trying to dodge the tall buildings and trees, while lowering the acceleration. That's when the pilot notices a very big building, just in front of him. He needed to pull up, and that's what he did. As he pulled the stick up, the nose of the aircraft started leveling up towards the sky, increasing the G-Force over the pilot. As he near-misses the building, the helicopter speed is too low for him to keep on going with a smoking rotor, which looked like it was stopping. The pilot looks back to the crew area from the cockpit, and yells to the other three member there: Grab onto something! We are going to fall!


As he said that, the suddenly rotor stopped, and the helicopter began to fall. His tail crashed into the building it just dodged, making the body spin. Just after that, the aircraft smashes into the ground, as his tail falls with a working blade spinning. Once the tail landed into the ground, it smashes a Infected, and cut another one's head off because of the blade.


The place them remains in silence, except for the horde of Infected coming at their way, and the cockpit's alert light, which kept beeping.


In the middle of the wreck, something moves. A man rises from some debris over his body. He looks confused, and there are a lot of cuts all over his arms. He Looks around, and see the two dead infected near the helicopter's tail, and them, he sees his weapon. He walks, tripping all over the place, towards the M4A1 rifle, and kneel down to pick it up. He check the magazine, and it's full. As he stand up again, most of his senses are coming back, and he knows that he needs somewhere to hide. As he looks to his left, he sees a small apartment building with the door bashed. He runs that way, as the movement of his body reveals a Dog Tag shaking at his neck. At that steel plate, you could see a name: Markus Hillford.

 

[XxLuluxX]

Jack had been stealthily scouring the ruins and empty buildings for supplies when the great -crash- echoed through the city. He stood bolt upright, running to the window of the apartment to see the black helicopter. "Military?" He mumbled to himself raising an eyebrow. But... the military had been annihilated by the infected. He glanced down the sights of his rifle, spotting a soldier stumbling out from the wreckage. 'Poor sod' he thought before looking around. That crash must've caught the attention of every bloody Zed in the area! He had to get out fast before any Busters showed up, or he would be completely fucked.


He hitched the backpack on his shoulders and held his gun at the ready as he quickly and carefully began his trip down the apartments, via the stairs. He kept his rifle at the ready and glanced around. It was too damn silent for his liking. The crumbling concrete and bowing structure making the situation even worse. He was on edge, body alive with adrenaline. With a few more steps he glanced out the window and saw a lower roof he could jump onto, perfect. Keeping to the rooftops was his best option right about now.


Before the gates of hell opened once more.

 

[Halofreak117]

Dom was simply, in a garage tinkering, trying to find a way to make a long range radio. "no luck" he mutters throwing the thing to the ground. He goes and looks out side wondering who the rest of the world is doing. Just as he goes out, he notices a black shaping rapidly approaching New York Central. And when the sound he hits he realises it must be a chopper, a military one at that.


"Military" he asks to himself "what are those buggers doing here", the chopper dives below a building and Dom can no longer see it. Realising the sound may have brought all types of unholy to his current door, Dom takes out all his stuff and starts the long trek to the city, he may be able to get that chopper.

 

[Waffels]

Markus entered the apartment building. Inside, it was very dark, so he turned on his gun's flashlight, and scanned the area. As he didn't saw anything moving, he went straight into the staircase, running up, step by step, until he reached the top floor, or the roof. Once he was there, he took a look down the building, and saw a horde of at least 18 Infected coming at his way. He lowered his gun, as he looked around, searching for anything useful, and them he remembered the flare he had taken before entering the helicopter. He laid the gun on the small balcony wall, and searched his vest for a small gun. As he found the pistol, he instantly opened the chamber, and thank god, it was loaded. He tough to himself, while looking back at the horde, at least 100 m from him: "I hope this works"


He aimed the pistol at the same direction the Infected was coming, and as he leveled up his arm a little bit, he pulled the trigger, unleashing a loud noise of the flare being lit up and being sent into the air, at the direction of the walkers. The flare went in the sky for at least 5 seconds, and them came down, due to gravity, passing trough the horde and landing some meters away from it. The bright light and noise attracted their attention, and every single one of them turned back to chase the flare.


As Markus throw the unloaded flare gun out of the balcony, as he had no more loads, he sits with his back on the small wall, and his gun just on his left side. The man tries to breath slowly, but it was too much action for less than ten minutes. As he picks up his gun, he points it straight into some rooftops over the distance, to check if the ACOG 5x scope still works, and it does. Them he pulls off his M9 pistol out of the leg holster, and checks it extended magazine, which is full. As he tries to relax, the helicopter wreck explodes, making him fall into the ground. The explosion was at least 20m away from him, considering height, so the noise was very loud, which made his ears create a really high pitch noise. The explosion didn't attract the Infected attention, although, it would probably get other survivor's attention, as a black smoke was rising up in the grey sky.

 

[Red Raven]

Emma opened her eyes to the sound of a... of a... a helicopter? She sat up and squinted around the room which she had bunked in for the night. It was a small study room in an upper floor of a library. The room was filled with half empty bookshelves and computers which no longer worked. There was a window to her right, and, she would've peeked out of it- but, she decided not to. Whatever that noise was it would do nothing but bad.


She spent a few minutes trying to adjust to the sunlight peering in through the room's one window. It seemed to be a fairly sunny day outside. She got up off of the couch she had slept on and looked around the room. It looked the same as it before she entered her slumber, and, the door was still barricaded with a desk- so, obviously, nothing got in during the middle of the night. She grabbed her backpack and took out some clothes.


She put on a light t-shirt, and a pair of loose slacks. She slowly put on her sneakers and then stood up properly. She placed the rucksack on her back and pulled the desk away from the door. She slowly opened the door, to reveal a dimly lit hallway.


Emma sighed, a sigh of relief. She swiftly moved out into the hallway and down the stairs. She didn't have a solid plan yet. Would she go after the noise? No. That would be too careless, and she wasn't about to die after traveling across the east coast in search of safety. She stopped at a small glass display case hanging upon the wall. It had a map of New York nestled within. Emma glazed her eyes over the map. There were many a place she had yet to search- maybe, just maybe, a safe zone could still exist. Maybe she just wasn't in the right district of the city or...


She stopped and sighed. It was no use. If there was a haven for survivors, it wouldn't of lasted this long. Not with millions of those 'things' out there. She adjusted the backpack and looked away from the city map.


Emma McCoy continued to walk, until she came to the front door which lead out into the street. "Here we go." She whispered to herself, as quiet as she could possibly whisper. She opened the door and walked out into the barren street filled with dead bodies, broken down cars, and other decay...

 

[Halofreak117]

Dom walked for a while, unsure of time. looking behind him he saw a few unholies as he called them, walking closer. he brought the familiar shape of his combat knife into his hands. he needed to get to the city, he could use that chopper. Walking a bit faster he manages to enter the tall buildings of New York. looking around, he realises the Chopper is a few more miles away, "walking and tinkering, my life is utter fabulous."


As he walks, hears the definite sound of a flare gun going off "asking for help maybe?" he starts to jog, wanting to make sure the chopper is still there. To his dismay, a few minutes after the flare a loud explosion rips through the quiet day, the chopper exploded. cursing under his breath, he starts to sprint to the expolsion site, pistol in hand.

 

[XxLuluxX]

Jumping down onto the roof, he noticed the flare rise up into the sky. So the soldier had a plan. He looked around knowing his best chance of survival would be the rooftops. More survivors would most likely be heading this way, after being given hope of a military intervention. He swung his legs over the side of the roof and dropped down to the pavement with a crouch. He looked up and saw a perfect path away from this madness, with that he set off at a sprint his feet pounding against the street.


He lept up grabbing the window sill, and with the momentum of his sprint pulled himself up as he proceeded to scale the building. With that, he knelt drawing his rifle once more and looked down the sight. It would be a relief to pinpoint anyone else. After all, using them as a getaway distraction would be most appreciated counting the situation they found themselves in, or rather 'he' found himself in. With sharp eyes he scanned the area, noticing the unnatural movement of shadows or infected dragging their limbs, some running with a lopsided gait.


The chopper exploded with a sudden blast of light, sound and heat.


Oh fuck.

 

[Halofreak117]

Running into the crash sight was a sight to behold. with no Infected left, there was just a huge crater, with the burnt out husk of the chopper. "fuck, there goes my way out" growled Dom. Analyzing the situation he saw hardly no bodies, meaning the people in it were most probably dead. Walking up to a building and crouching down, he inspected the crash sight a bit more he saw the trail of blood, Human blood. Meaning someone had survived the crash. Meaning the survivor was most probably military, and military protacol stated all personal to have a radio on at all times.


Turning on his radio, he spoke:


"This is Dom Casso Survivor and ex-military engineer , if anyone has survived and can respond please do, we will do better to gether."


Ending the Call, he ran into a building blocked the doors and waited

 

[Waffels]

As Markus started to breath slower after the whole helicopter explosion thing, he heard a noise. A buzzing like sound coming from his vest. As he opened the pouch and took off his radio, he heard a voice coming from the radio:


"...Survivor and ex-military engi-*buzz*-vived and can respond, please do-*buzz*-better together"


Markus made a peculiar face and hit the radio on it's side, while saying: "What? Come on you little piece of garbage, work!". As the radio refused to work, he wasn't risking a big message, because it could just fail anytime, so he took the radio with his left hand now, and pressed the transmit button while positioning it right in front of his mouth. And them he said: "I hear you. I'm on small apartment's roof. Blue building. Doors bashed. Come up, now.". And them he just released the button, while placing the radio inside his vest-pouch again.


He took his M4 from the balcony's small wall and placed it over his legs, so if that guy was armed, he would have the element of surprise. He also picked up his M9 pistol, and left right behind his backs, almost under his butt, so if the survivor made him throw away the rifle, he could just use the M9.


Even tough he was alive, Markus knew it was going to be a hell of a day.

 

[Halofreak117]

In the darkness came a sound "I hear you, I'm on a small apartments roof, doors bashed, come up now"


Seeing the building he sprinted as fast as he could, tired from the walk here and entered the building, quietly he went up the stairs towards the roof. He slowed his pace just before he went onto the roof. He crouched down and went up.


Up on the roof he saw a man staring at him. Military uniform and all, plus guns. He wasn't too scared of those, he'd been in situations like these before. After a few moments of them staring at eachother, Dom decided it was best to make an introduction.


Walking slowly with hands raised he moved towards the man. When he got close enough he stuck out his hand and said "hi, my names Dom Casso, we got a hell of a lot of work to do here..........what's your name?"

 

[Red Raven]

A crash had occurred, somewhere down the block...


Emma was about half a mile away from the library, in which she had sheltered in the previous night. She tugged at the backpack strap that clung to her shoulder- making sure it wasn't loose. She took out her crowbar and clenched it in her fist as she walked further down the street. "I could climb up a fire escape and scope out the crash. It'd be safer." She said quietly to herself. The street was unusually empty, just yesterday it was filled with at least a dozen of 'them'. She decided that was her best option if she wanted to see what actually crashed. She put her money on the helicopter she heard about ten minutes ago... only, she didn't have any money.


She jogged down an alleyway and stopped at a ladder which lead to the fire escape of some apartment building. She firmly gripped her hands around the ladder's first bar and then pulled herself up.

 

[XxLuluxX]

He looked around, 'shit, shit, SHIT!'- he thought panicking. Looking down as the building was surrounded. He retreated to the middle of the roof crouching there. Glancing around for an escape route he found none. There was a half collapsed building one side and the other infested. He pulled out his radio, absent mindedly flicking through the stations. "Hello? Anyone?" He called into the radio, each station silent. "Hello?!" He sighed, standing up.


This was a fine fucking mess he'd gotten himself into. He'd misjudged the escape route. Only an imbecile would so such a thing! And here he was. Jesus Christ. He could hear the groans of the infected as they groaned, scratching the walls of the outer building. He looked over the edge and glanced around. He needed a distraction.


With that thought he scoured the roof, for a brick, or anything to take the Zeds attention away from him. He returned empty handed except from a hand full of pebbles. Fucking fantastic.

 

[Waffels]

As Markus hear something climbing up the stairs, he level up his M4 and points it at the door.


A man appears at the door, and stares at him for some seconds, before saying: "Hey, my name's Dom Casso, we got a hell of a lot of work to do here... What's your name?" As he talks, he approaches Markus with his hands up. The only reaction he could have was to relax, as he had the most powerful profile there, that man wouldn't dare to try anything. Markus them lowered the rifle, but kept the hands on it's grip, while saying: "Name's Markus"


As the man approached, and stopped in front of him, Markus said: "Lower your hands, there's no need for it." Markus them stand up, picking his M9 from his back and placing it into his leg holster. He kept the rifle close to his body, and with his hand on the trigger, while still pointing down. He starred into the survivor, scanning his face, just like his whole body. As Markus looks back at the man's eyes, he is confident, and says: "You know we need to get out of here, right?'


But them he heard a voice coming from his radio again: "Hello? Any-*buzz*". Markus looked down at his vest, and them looked at the man's face, while saying: "Great. Another survivor."

 

[Halofreak117]

"My names Markus" was what he said, he seemed like a relaxed man, but he didn't lower the gun. I didn't mind just showed he was ready for anything. Asking Markus if he knows what they need to do to get out of there, he feels confident.


All that is broken when a nother radio comes in "hello, anyone, hello" my radio picks up. Markus picks up the same just with interference. "Great" he says "another survivor". We look around and I spot him on a roof with what looked like a hand full of .... Dirt?


"Markus" I wispered "there's the other survivor, and he's in trouble"

 

[Waffels]

"Now that's just nice" said Markus after looking at the direction that Dom pointed and spotting the other man. Markus approached the balcony, and saw that the horde he sent away with the flare, was now after that poor man's life. Markus looked back, and Dom came to his side, looking at the mess those Infected were doing. Markus released one hand from the rifle, holding it onto the grip, and with the other hand, he searched his vest for something, and he found it. As he grabs it from inside the pouch, he sees that it's a small white cylinder with some writing on it. Just under a small pin, there was written "Smoke Grenade: White". Markus looked at the horde, and back at the grenade: "I hope this works..."


He pulled the pin off and threw the object as far as he could. The grenade passed trough the road, and landed onto a civilian car, crashed into a store, at least 20 meters away from the other survivor. Them, he took his M4 rifle, aimed at the car, and shot one bullet. The suppressed sound echoed trough the road, and as soon as the bullet landed at the car, a loud alarm went off. The smoke grenade activated, and the white smoke started to cover that whole part of the street, as the whole horde came at the direction the car was beeping. The smoke grenade would distract and dissipate the horde, and would give a chance for the other man to escape.

 

[Halofreak117]

So Markus through a smoke bomb and then set off the car alarm, ingenious if I say so. I would like to meet up with the other man but his life matters more, so now he can escape.


Looking at Markus I realise something "so,how do we escape?". "Don't suppose you have any more smoke grenades?" Markus replied " i do but it would be wateful to use them now" I nodded and realised the only real way out was down and down was the horde. I took out my pistol and said " we have to go down and fight"

 

[Waffels]

Markus looked at the man, and game him a small smile. "Think smart, kid". Markus walked to the other side of the balcony, looking down, there was an alleyway. Markus opened his bag, and pulled out a rope. "Maybe we can just-" He stopped, as he used his strength to tighten the rope tie he did around a big antenna on the ground "We can just go down". He finished saying, as he looked back at Dom.

 

[XxLuluxX]

He looked thankfully at the other survivors, giving a sharp nod before jumping down, his rifle in hand. He hit the street in a roll, and got up running. His eyes narrowed as he sprinted for cover. Jack proceeding to grab the bottom of a fire escape and pull himself up. He ran to the roof, making sure he had a clear escape route through the other buildings. He lifted the radio to his lips "Thanks fellas" came his voice though the crackling radio as he took aim, and shot a runner right between the the eyes. The air splitting with a gunshot.


He proceeded to bound away through the jungle like city buildings. He would trace back later.


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