DayZ Fanfictions
Escaping Chernarus Part 1 (By Algebraic Monkey)
I was a college student at the time studying photography, I wanted to start putting a portfolio together so I could get a job. I decided to photograph the beautiful countryside of Chernarus. I took a small plane to Chernarus and landed on its coast in the town of Balota. "This place is a dump." I thought. I then took a taxi to the city of Elektrozavodsk and booked a hotel room above a small pub. It was mildly clean, it had a nice view of a small market across the street. But of course, no TV, great. I unpacked my things and bought a tourist map from the market across the street. Readying myself for the long day I had tomorrow, I went to sleep. I remember waking up to the sound of sirens passing by the pub. I look at the clock. "It's 3 am for gods sake." I mumble as I get out of the bed. I stumble down the stairs and see a group of five men in heavy military gear with assault rifles talking to the owner of the pub. As soon as they see me, they immediately start yelling commands at me in russian. I have no idea what they are saying of course, but I assume they're telling me to put my hands up. I slowly walk down the stairs, and put my hands behind my head. They put handcuffs on my wrists. I wince as the cold metal digs into my skin. They pick me up rather aggressively and carry me into the back of a large covered truck. Theres at least a dozen other citizens in the back of the truck, looking about as frightened as I probably do. They pull down the road, and the car swerves to the right. The five soldiers keep their guns on us as the driver speaks angrily into a walkie talkie. We pass through the very small village of Prigorodki. Out of the back of the truck, I see whole families, pulled out of their homes and executed in the middle of the street. Just then I hear a loud popping noise. I look to the front of the truck and see the driver had been shot. The truck immediately flipped over, and everything went black.
I woke up, my ears ringing, my body sore, and my wrists bound. I look around, and see the flipped, burning truck. Theres corpses all around me. I look to see the man that handcuffed me, dead, leaning against the underside of the truck. I slowly squirm towards him. I hear a strange moan, almost like a roar behind me. I turn around to see a woman, clothes torn, blood dripping from the mouth, feeding on one of the soldiers. I quickly make my way to the officer and pull the keys off his belt. After trying about five, maybe six keys, I finally unlocked the cuffs. I pulled the small handgun from the holster at his waste, a compass from his vest, and realizing that I had left mine at the pub, a satellite map from his jacket. I look behind me to see the woman is no longer feeding on the corpse, but now has her attention drawn towards me. I raise the small handgun. “Stay back! I’ll shoot! I swear I will!” Ignoring my commands, she lunges toward me. I pull the trigger, only to realize that the safety is on. This time nearly a meter in front of me, she pounces, I kick her in the chest. As she falls back, I quickly flip the safety on and fire a round into her head. Seeing no one around me, I grab the deceased officers helmet, strap it onto my head, take the handcuffs and keys of the ground, and limp to the tree line where I make my way back to the small pub in which I left my things.
Escaping Chernarus Part 2 (By Algebraic Monkey & Seth)
I wake up, frightened. The flashbacks are only getting worse. I clutch the small Makarov handgun I have in my waistband.”It’s been almost 2 months now. Thats all in the past.” I tell myself. I pull the portable gas stove out of my backpack in the corner, along with a can of beans, and a bottle of water. Beans, I’m tired of beans, but it seems like the only food that hasn’t been taken by either the government, or bandits, is beans. As the beans cook on the portable gas stove, I take a swig of water and think, ”How did this happen in the first place? Why me?” I get up, brush the hay off of my back, put on my large hunting backpack, put the Makarov in my waistband, and open the doors of the old barn. I reassure myself, ”It’ll all be over soon, there will most likely be a radio at the military base. I can call for help and get the hell out of here.” The sunlight stings my eyes as I study the compass I have kept in my cargo pants. I walk north through the empty field towards where I believe to be the North West Military Base. I study my surroundings, making sure there aren't any bandits hiding in the treeline. Bandits are generally groups of scumbags who either rape, murder, or steal to get what they want, and they want what you have. They don’t care what it is. They want it. It could be a damn rotten orange, they'll kill for it. At first, the bandits weren’t really a problem. When it began, it was just a couple of guys, maybe 6 or 7, with bats and fire axes, but when the undead started killing off the military, the bandits got ahold of their assault rifles. Now, you can’t really tell the difference between a bandit, and a soldier. I come out of the woods finally to a road running east to west. Theres an old truck that collided with a telephone pole. I raise my Makarov, and cautiously approach the truck. I peek my head into the broken window, and to my horror, a family of 2 adults and 3 children are cramped inside, blackened by what was probably the explosion the truck caused when it collided with the pole. I take a small sheet out of my backpack, drape it over the blackened corpses, and continue my journey north. After a while, I hear voices ahead. I draw my weapon and continue forward. I hide in a bush and spectate what looks like a group of 7 men. At their camp, the men seem to be having an argument around a fire. One of the men, looking outraged, stormed away from the group. He then comes back with a woman, dragging her by her hair. The man pulls out a Colt 1911 and puts it in her mouth. The group, panicking, all draw their weapons on the man. He pulls the trigger, scattering the women's brains all over a tree. The 6 others start advancing towards the man. He shoots, and fatally wounds two of the men, when his gun makes a faint clicking noise. Terrified, he turns around and sprints in the other direction. The 4 remaining men chase after the assailant, angrily yelling in russian as they go. I wait until I can no longer hear them shouting to take a look around their camp. I search both men, bleeding from the gun wounds. I pulled the military style vest with 8 pockets, a CZ 75 pistol, and a small walkie talkie from one man. From the other man, I find a GPS with a cracked screen, a combat knife, and a cheap paper respirator. I put the GPS in the vest, along with the combat knife, and walkie talkie. I tuck the CZ 75 in my waistband, put on the vest and the respirator, and make my way north to find whatever lies ahead.
Escaping Chernarus Part 3 (By Algebraic Monkey & Seth)
I look over Elektrozavodsk from a hill near the eastern firestation. Gunshots constantly ringing out, burning buildings, and worst of all, screaming, lots of screaming. I run down the hill and immediately drop to the ground as a truck speeds down the road. It passes, and I slowly make my way to the front of the fire station. I see two soldiers walking out the front door as I crouch behind the gate. They stand there, talking. I wait until they leave and run through the front doors of the fire station. I hear voices upstairs, but the front room is empty. There are crates everywhere that seem to be filled with weapons. I open a crate sitting in the corner to find a small assault shotgun, with a box of ammunition. I load the ammo into the shotgun, 6 rounds, and make my way towards the stairs. I see a pair of black combat boots making their way down the stairs. I quickly, but quietly, run around the corner and listen. I quickly turn around the corner and fire a shot into the mans chest. A sharp pain shoots into my shoulder from the recoil of the gun. The men upstairs, with panicking voices, run down the stairs, I fire a round into a mans leg before it even hit the top step. He falls down the stairs, hitting his head, and knocking him unconscious, I hear a strange noise, as if metal is rubbing against metal, to see what looks like a flash grenade falling down the steps. Before I can react, it blinds me. I look up to see a man in a gas mask hit me in the face with his rifle, knocking me to the ground. Assuming I’m unconscious, he turns around calling into a radio, most likely calling backup. I look up, raise my pistol, line up the iron sights with his head, and fire. Disoriented, I get up, and run through the back door and out a hole in the fence. I turn to look to my right and see a group of 4 men running towards me, growling, covered in what looks like blood. “STOP!” I command. But the men decide to ignore me and keep running. Fearing for my life, I turn around and bolt down the road towards the pub to get my things. I charge into the front door, and lock it behind me, only to see the bartender had been shot. The 4 men stood pounding on the wooden door, breaking the window near the top. I dash upstairs and take my camera out of my backpack, putting the strap around my neck, and letting it dangle in front of my chest. I put on my jean jacket with fur lining on the inside, dump the rest of the clothes on the bed, put on the backpack, and rush downstairs out of the back door, kissing my life as I knew it goodbye.
Escaping Chouranus Part 1 (An Abridged Production of “Escaping Chernarus” By: Mr. Klukie and Raging Boner)
18+ NSFW!!!
About a year or two ago I was living in an apartment with my “brother” (or “my nig slice” as I like to call him) in upstate new york. He wasn't my biological brother but we were “close” enough that I would think of him as my… probably best to not go in depth with that. I was a college student at the time studying pornography, it was a spur of the moment decision but I never really regretted it. I needed to turn in a “project” at the end of the year so I decided to do something that no one else would think of, “I am going to RUSSIA!” I exclaimed at the top of my lungs, putting my “brother” on his ass, but thats where I wanted him. Things got nasty and when downhill from there. A few months later after all of the trip planning and packing Etc. I was waiting at JFK airport, inline to be checked by the flight security and the idea of a big nigga “feelin me up” made me really hard… before I knew it I was at the front of the line, I look down and remember that my “willy” is at attention. I am perspiring from every last orifice in my body. He starts at my shoulders and works down seductively and is putting off strong vibes, once he reaches my crotch I could swear that he whispered “it's all ogre now” which made me cum a little, seeing as it was a fantasy of mine for months... I moaned a little. He reasonably had mistaken this for a comment and looked up, to save me from his big meaty nig hands I yelled “RAPE” which is a total turn off in my book instantly removing any sexualy acumlatied tension that I had previously built. Then apologizing for my rampant turrets (That I don’t have.)
(After multiple furious fapping sessions on the plane)
We (I) touch down on an airstip about 30 meters north the small costal town of Балота (Balota). I call a taxi and the driver luckily knows a bit of english. He recommended that I stay at a city to the east called Электрозаводск (Elektrozavodsk or Elektro as it is known by the locals). I book a room at upstairs at the local pub and happened to walk in on a couple of dogs having mad sex on my bed… I sat and observed the two, all while stroking my own cock.
I lie in bed, I am cold and there is no T.V. I gently caress my anus while thinking of “brother”, and I fall into a deep sleep. I wake up to loud sirens and yelling outside the pub noticing that it is still dark out, I roll over thinking of how late it must be. “Three A.M!” I mumble in a hushed but exclamatory voice. I turn over to see a large Russian man standing over me. I begin to speak, but he touches his right index finger to my lips and shakes his head softly. My eyes are beginning to adjust to the light and I see that he is wearing heavy military style gear. I am sat there with his finger still pressed against my lips, he moves closer and I embrace him.
He whispers “You’re mine.” into my ear then slightly tongues at it, beginning to remove his trousers, he hears a noise and quickly hides under the bed. 3 Russian soldiers wearing gear similar to the first, come up the stairs and into my room. The one to the left starts asking questions in Russian, I don’t understand and he becomes impatient and begins to raise his voice. This didn’t help, I said “No Russian!”. he then walked over to me with his weapon raised and grabbed my right hand, turned me around and cuffed it to my left. I said “Wait.”, they stopped and looked at me, I was thinking of revealing the soldier under the bed… after a long time of silence I nodded toward the bed and then checked it… pulling out the cowering soldider. He was jerking off, “idiot” I thought to myself. They shot him right there. I was striped of my clothing and put into the back of large pink truck with about five or six other naked and bound prisoners. As we were driving I looked around and noticed that there were entire families that were pulled out of their homes and either shot or raped and shot. The gaurds were standing with large black dilddos smacking some of the prisioners in the face.
I heard a very loud “bang” and the windshield broke the same instant. The driver is dead...
I saw a bright beam of light then the truck immediately flipped on the side. Somehow I ended up on the outside of the truck mostly unharmed, there is a pale man fucking one of the naked prisoners. Trying not to disturb him and crawl over to the truck, and strip one of the soldiers of his clothing and equipment and put it on. There is a gun in the chest holster and some other essentials. I accidentally shoot the man having sex with the corpse in the head while I was trying to check if it was loaded. I survey the area, and head for cover. I am not sure what to do at this point, I figure that I will go back to the town and see what I can find, and try to reclaim the belongings that I was striped of.
Escaping Chernarus Part 4 (By Algebraic Monkey)
I snap out of the day dream as I look to see the airfield on the horizon. The airfield looks like it has no activity going on whatsoever, yet the undead are nowhere to be seen. I turn and line up my fingers under the sun. Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes until sunset. I find a patch of trees, lay on my back and watch the sky as I slowly drift off.
When I woke up, I pulled my small stove out of my backpack, and repeated my morning routine of eating a can of beans and reminiscing my life before all of this happened. The grass brushes my face as I trek through the empty fields. As I get closer the the airfield, I start to hear the rumbling of trucks and orders being carried out on a loudspeaker. I see a hole in the concrete wall, and crawl under it. There is what looks like a place where the soldiers sleep and a well. 2 soldiers, each with assault rifles on their backs, around the well seem to be having a conversation, while one is filling his canteen, the other is waiting for his turn. The one soldier, finally filling his canteen, leaves. As the other soldier takes his canteen out of his belt and starts to pump the well, I take a rather large stone from base the concrete wall, and slowly approach the man from behind. The man sneezes, and drops his canteen, then bends over to pick it up, leaving the back of his neck exposed. Raising the rock high above my head, I strike him with the rock, instantly breaking his neck, and killing him. I drag the man, along with his assault rifle and canteen, behind the large wall. I strip down to my underwear and t-shirt, and put my clothes in my backpack. I turn, and hide the backpack under a bush near the opening of the wall. I put on the soldiers clothing. A camouflage jacket, and a pair of pants, along with a vest, helmet, and gasmask. I drag the man towards the middle of the field in the tall grass, and head back to the base with the rifle on my back. I need to get in, find out if they are evacuating, and get out. If they do evacuate, I have to find out when, and where. It's time to get out of this god forsaken land.