Just had a massive firefight at the NW airfield on a 25 players server. I was on my 4th day, having started from Chernogorsk, went to NW airfield, then to NE airfield, went down along the coast and came back to NW airfield again.
I joined the server thinking small player numbers will provide a safe experience at the airfield, oh I was so wrong. I was looting the northern barracks and waiting for a friend to make his way from the coast when all of a sudden some guy starts shooting zombies near the barracks. I quickly get out and observe the entrance, he goes in and starts grabbing the leftover stuff.
I don't know why but all of a sudden I think of killing him. He has pretty decent gear, and my friend will be here any minute. He could use some head start. . I know I shouldn't do it, but my greedy side is putting a good fight. It's a great way to get quick stuff, but I'll waste the hours he put in that character and I know it's a pretty bad feeling when you lose your stuff.
My friend encourages me, he's been a killer ever since he got murdered in his first DayZ hour. He says I don't have to be the good guy this time, this is not a game of good and bad.
Though, I've been a pretty helpful character ever since I began. I've grouped with complete strangers, shared ammo and weapons. Alerted people of the locations of good weapons that I didn't need. Even was invited to a Tactical Gamer group and hanged out with them all night. I've been good enough I think.
I decide to do it.
Now, I'm used to killing tens of people in games like BF, but this is different. My heart starts pumping, I get excited, do soldiers before their first kill also feel like this?. It was really weird. He's still going from room to room, and there is only one exit.
He exits and I empty an M4 magazine into his body. He drops, and leaves the server immediately. Ragequit. I turn into a bandit. I instantly regret the decision, I hate being unfair to people. He didn't even see me. I check his gear, he has average stuff but enough for my friend. I lay down in at the base of a tree, hiding and waiting for my friend to come.
After 5 minutes, I see something white moving on my right. A bandit crawling! He's been crawling to get to the barracks, much smarter decision than shooting your way in. He heads for the guy that I just killed, without giving thought what might have killed him. My friend is almost here, I don't have any choice but kill him too. Another 30 rounds spent, and he's dead. He ragequit as well. Though, I feel better this time, thinking he was a bandit and he probably deserved it. I now deserve it too.
My friend arrives, we give each other transfusion as we're low on blood and then head to the prizes I claimed. I find a GPS and an entrenching tool that I didn't have. Not bad. We head inside the barracks for a last loot before we get away from the airfield. We find lots of STANAG for our weapons. I was in the last room of the barracks, sorting my gear when I heard the cracks of bullets whizzing by. It was a sniper and AK, they got my friend while he was leaving the building. A cold blooded planned murder just like mine. Though, by shooting they attract all the zombies and now they're busy fighting them. My friend urges me to quit and save my ***, but I want to stay. I know that these dudes are unaware of me, and there's probably two of them. With some luck, I can handle them.
I lay down in the corridor, waiting for them to come and claim their prey lying at the doorstep. One of them steps in and I immediately kill him. He was a bandit. The other one is clearly shocked, but he's outside and I'm inside so he has the positional advantage. To my surprise he leans from the entrance and takes pot shots at me, I put 3 rounds to his chest. He didn't die, but he fell on the floor, passing out. The zombies come charging in after our gunshots and start attacking the guy. His character screaming, he dies a painful death.
I somehow got out of this alive, but I now have a small problem with the 20 or so zombies eating the corpse right out of the door. Then I remember I had a M67 grenade, I carefully throw it(I killed myself so many times with it in vanilla ArmA). The grenade lands right in the middle of them and kill everyone instantly. It's a mess, though a satisfying one.
Someone asks about the fighting at the airfield in the chat, I tell him what happened and he says he's coming to whoop my bandit ***. This is where I **** up, unwilling to give up four bodies full of gear (my friends is halway again by this time, another joining game). I pick a spot near the barracks between two trees, it seems concealed enough.
After 20 minutes of alt-tabbing and waiting, I suddenly alt-tab back and barely see someting resembling a survivor at the edge of the barracks, he's here! Though I'm still now sure if it's a zombie. I keep waiting for him to give in to temptation and start looting the bodies, nothing happens. Surely then it was a zombie? After five seconds, someone comes behind me and puts a full 6 rounds of revolver into my head. What an ending. He knew I would be around the barracks, so he took his sweet time finding me.
Lessons learned:
*Avoid small servers, as like minded people come to raid NW airfield.
*Don't get greedy and don't take everyone for stupid.
*AVOID being a bandit. After this I tried to spawn two times and was immediately shot at spawn. People really hate them, will I ever get rid of this skin?
*DayZ is the best thing happened to gaming in years.
