4/17/2023 0 Comments Stupid zombies 2 forest day 74![]() ![]() He is the progenitor of an elite group of combat medics and the curator of the “White List,” a catalog of the only people in DayZ that you can trust without question. He is one of the very few people playing the game who is actually here to save his fellow players. I’m on 4k blood… after being attacked by two bandits, one in Electro and one outside of it.ĭr. I’m right outside a barn on the way to Stary from Electro. If anyone can assist that would be awesome! “alexispao”: Need blood badly! It’s around 2.5k and I am very far away from towns (near Vishnoye). “gobacktogo”: Does anyone have antibiotics? I really need them. I have 2 bloodbags on me and willing to give one away if you’ll come help me. I’m down to about 2,500 blood and am passing out all the time. “Morganski”: I am in need of a blood transfusion. The thread is a haven for people learning the game, and also an unofficial quest board for those on the White List. Broken legs, gunshot wounds, survivors passing out from shock. AdvertisementĬries for helpThe "need medical assistance" thread on the DayZ forums stands at 50 pages as of July 1, and it reads like a 911 call log. Their footsteps begin to fade out to the east before I realize I have been holding my breath-in real life. Two have DMR semi-automatic sniper rifles, one has a silenced M4, and the last has an M240 machine gun-bandits just back from a raid on the airport, no doubt. Four heavily armed survivors pass not more than 10 meters from me. ![]() ![]() Hidden inside a pine tree, my back against the trunk, I don't risk any movement. One… two… at least three sets running towards me from the west. I've been glassing the town for perhaps three minutes when I hear footsteps. If I zig-zag a bit and vary my speed, I should make a hard target for anyone drawing a bead on me through a sniper scope.Ī couple of hours into my trip, I scan Novy Sobor from the top of a hill with my binoculars, trying to get my bearings. They run laps from the northwest airfield, down through the supermarket in Stary and the abandoned church in Novy, then back to their hidden camps in the far northern woods, killing and looting as they go. This region of Chernarus is helicopter country, and the hope of finding a downed chopper and its accompanying ultra-rare weapons attracts roving bands of heavily armed bandits, starved of ammunition for their powerful guns. ![]() Here in the central northern section of the 225 km 2 map, I am occasionally forced to silhouette myself against the softly rolling hills, making me easily observable for miles around. Taking the safer, more circuitous route through the woods requires a multi-night effort by foot, and "safety" is a relative concept. Just getting to the meetup point is grueling. In such a state, it could take me a few days of play just to collect enough equipment to survive once more on my own I don't have that kind of time. I'm also haunted by the memories of my second life’s final moments, trapped alone in a barn by a pack of zombies-legs broken, unable to move, quickly devoured. Death means no pistol, no hatchet, no food. If all else fails, I have a single M67 defensive grenade.ĭeath at this point would force me back to one of the spawn points on the beach, supplied with nothing more than a single bandage and a flashlight. Hopefully I would burn through the six 30-round magazines of 5.45mm ammunition for my AK-74 before it comes to that. If I run into trouble, either human or Zed, two morphine injectors can get me back on my feet while the painkillers keep shock at bay. In those two weeks, I've stocked my ALICE pack with everything needed to survive the game's harsh environment for days without having to take the time to hunt and cook: two cans of beans, a hunk of wild boar meat, and three full canteens of water. I'm two weeks into my third life in DayZ, a zombie-infused mod for modern military shooter ArmA II that now has over 500,000 players despite still being in alpha. I have never been in those woods, but they're just north of my rendezvous point and offer concealment the whole way to the meeting. Instead, I decide to head due east, skirting along low stone walls for a kilometer and a half, and then move south towards the Black Forest. Here in Chernarus, those built-up areas will be filled with the walking Zed and criss-crossed by survivors scavenging for food and equipment. If I head straight to my objective, southeast from my current position, I will have to wade through two large towns. I check that he is still hidden from all angles, then open my in-game map. My avatar remains concealed, wedged under the bush where I left him. ![]()
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