Day Z: And the Dead shall walk.

Posted: J June, 2013 in Uncategorized

In and out of consciousness…hazy, dreamy and rude the sounds reaching my ears were muffled and mixed. It was hot, smelly and there were church bells in the distance. The smell of smoke, an issued canvas tent and death lingered in my nostrils.

“You’re awake again!” said a man’s voice. It was familiar, yet different. Tired and stressed.

Huh?” I mumbled. “Wha..what? What’s happening? Where am I?”
Clearing my throat, I blinked repeatedly, trying to clear my vision. The face off to the side of me came a bit more into sight.

It was Hoppy! “What the hell Hoppy! What happened to us?” “Good God Sergeant! Where do I start?…hang on a sec…медик! “ Hoppy called the Russian medic, telling him that I had woken up. The sound of Helo’s were mixing with occasional small arms fire in the distance.

“Sergeant, you have been out of it for a while, like three weeks! The medic came in and started and examination of me, all the while Hoppy hovering and yapping in the background. “Our helo was one of three that took a hit. We augered in and you and I are the only ones to survive. I’m so sorry sarge, but Sergeant Miller has not been located. He and many others are listed as MIA.”

It took a minute for all that to soak in. I didn’t seem to be processing as well as usual, but then again, this didn’t seem ‘usual’ in any sense of the word.

The medic was speaking too quickly for me to pick up any of the Russian that he and Hoppy were throwing back and forth. All at once they stopped and looked at me.
“What?” I asked “what is it?”

“Tell him.” said the medic. “Ok, here it is sarge…” Hoppy started. “The revolution was full blown, people were being herded up and killed faster than the Russians could evacuate. The Soli terrorists were releasing the agno3 agent they had stolen. No one believed that they actually had it!”

The agno3 chemical weapon was one of the worse. It was formulated to just stop both upper and lower brain functions. The recipients would simply die standing up. One moment you were awake and alive, and the next thing, dead. Really dead.

Aircraft were air releasing counter agents all over the area, Hoppy told me. The idea was to saturate the country and its people to keep the agno3 from taking hold.

“It was not, um, completely successful” said the Russian. “It had effects that were unexpected.”
“Unexpected? I asked. “How so?”

The Russian reached into his lab coat side pocket and pulled out a small book. He opened to a bookmarked page and said “I will try to read this and translate it into English.”

“ Isaiah 26: 19-20
But your dead will live; their bodies will rise You who dwell in the dust wake up and shout for joy Your dew is like the dew of the morning; the earth will give birth to her dead Go, my people, enter your rooms and shut the doors behind you; hide yourselves for a little while until his wrath has passed by

Zechariah 14:12
Now this will be the plague with which the LORD will strike all the peoples who have gone to war against Jerusalem; their flesh will rot while they stand on their feet, and their eyes will rot in their sockets, and their tongues will rot in their mouth. On that day a large-scale panic from the LORD will spread among them. One person will grab the hand of another, and one will attack the other.” The Russian closed his book and pulled on his cigarette. Clouds of smoke covered his face.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TELLING ME? ARE YOU SAYING THAT IT’S THE END OF THE FREAKIN’ WORLD?” I shouted!

“Look” said Hoppy. “that’s not the worst of it.”
He looked tired. The Russian pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one after offering us a smoke.

“The agno3 killed a bunch. The antidote wasn’t quite what they expected. Some of the scientist were saying that the nukes somehow modded the chemicals, or us, or whatever.”

“Hoppy, if this is another of your bullshit stories…” I started. The Russian opened a bag and threw me the pack and the clothes it contained. “Here is what you had when we found you on the beach” he said.
“Found me on the beach? I was in my BDU’s and full load-out!” I shouted back.

“Sarge, listen. This stuff we have been sprayed with did something to us. The dead here have turned in to fuckin zombies! They walk around in groups and attack anyone they see or hear. They freanin EAT you! And those of us sprayed ARE CHANGED TOO!”

The hairs on my arms bristled and my blood went cold as I shrugged the shirt and pants on. There was a ball cap and a pair of boots too. “Changed how?” I stared at Hoppy. “CHANGED HOW!?” I shouted.

“Most of us can’t die!” He blurted out. “We get shot, fall off buildings or get overrun by the z’s and ‘die’ then we find ourselves healed up, wandering around on the beach!”

“Is this true?” I asked the Russian. He nodded yes while taking a long drag off his smoke. “How?” I asked them, looking from one to the other. “How is this possible?”

Hoppy just stared at the floor, and the Russian medic shrugged and said “The agents did something to our brains. We heal faster and those already dead reanimate” he looked at me sadly and mumbled “God’s will? Mans folly.” And with that he turned and walked out of the tent.

“Come on sarge, let’s get you rigged. Weapons and ammo are rare here. The bandits hoard it and whatever food they find. I don’t know what’s worse…” his voice trailed off as he led the way out of the tent and into a nearby building. My still stiff legs and throbbing head struggling to keep up.

Was this a nightmare?
No, this was DayZ, the first day of my new life, my new world.

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