To whom ever finds this:
The sun was shinning with earnest on the pavement as my friend and I ran across the Airfield. We had finally found some decent weapons, nothing like some crazy people we have seen but enough to protect us for a short time. We approached a barrack with caution as we noticed the doors were open. We were in and out in less the minute, and by god were we happy! Two magazines for an AKM and a grenade all in one room!
As we inched our way towards the prison the crack of bullets broke the calm and in an instant everything changed. I was hit, but thankfully my vest took the brunt of the bullet. My friend was bleeding as it seemed he was grazed in the arm. We ran as fast as we could with the masked assailants right on our heels. They would take pot shots at us from time to time, but our sporadic movements kept us alive.
We spotted a house with only one way and one way out. My friend made it inside but those dam walkers forced me away. I hid in a building behind my friend, cowering behind an old refrigerator. I peeked out the window and saw one of them, so I began to shoot. Well I tried to shoot, my lack of stamina and throbbing pain in my chest made aiming impossible. I made it clear to the men that I was not going to go quiet.
Before I knew it they were outside. They began to reload all their magazines to scare us, but I wasn't to be deterred. At first they thought my friend and I were in the same building, so I thought I may have a chance at killing them, but I noticed that bullet I took to my vest ruined all but a few shots left for my rifle. Suddenly the outcome looked bleak. I reached into the deep pockets of my cargo pants and felt the cold metal sphere that was going to be my ticket to see my family. I pulled out the grenade and looked at it for a bit. I radioed to my friend that it was time, and he told me the cold barrel of his shotgun was already nestled under his chin.
I gave my demands, declaring that all of my gear they wanted was going to go up in flames if they didn't let us free. I told my friend to lay down his gun and wait, I had a feeling I may still get another chance to tread the sweet soil of Earth. They spoke and told us to come out with no weapon on our person and with our hands raised. I heard so many stories of people being betrayed and lied to that their proposal was not to appealing. Something told me this time was different, so I told my friend if it all goes south, at least we fought side by side till the end. We walked out of our building together and were greeted by harsh demands and constant threats. Surprisingly, bullets were not waiting for us. We could not speak to each other, but I could see my friend crack a smile. A smile that we may soon be on our way again.
What seemed like hours passed by. We reasoned with the men to let us keep our stuff. They removed our ammo and whatever else they wanted, and to my surprise let us take our gear back. It was then that the human connection was made. It was then that I realized buried behind all their gear were two friends fighting against the odds to survive. I thanked them for letting us live and right before we were about to leave my friend cranked out his old polaroid camera and asked if we could take a group photo. The men agreed and we snapped a photo with the Dealers of Death. We left with haste into the trees, not once looking back.
That night before my friend and I caught some shut eye we realized how important life really is. The true value of friendship even coming from those who most would deem hostile, was truly amazing. So I am thankful to have the ability to write this to anyone who finds it. Remember that in order to achieve what life has to offer, you need to get down to what unites everyone. Even the Dealers of Death have common ground, it is up to you to find it.
God Speed Survivors!
Submitted January 13, 2015 at 07:27AM by GuardofSvetlo http://ift.tt/1DRyxmK dayz
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