It was one abnormal day in Chernarus. For one Regiment of the United States Marine Corps, it was a living hell. After the Chernarussian Civil War, American troops had stayed for the next 5 years, and were being paid by the Chernarussian government to stay more. 4 years into their stay, is today. But, this day was absolute hell for all of them. Last night, an infection went rampant throughout Chernarus. Killing tens of thousands of people. Well, killing isn't the right word, reanimating is. People, basically became zombies. Now, the Americans were pulling troops out left and right. But, this regiment didn't. They later became known as the "Forgotten Regiment." They were pitted against zombies, and to make matters worse, another enemy, Chernarussians and Russians who were trained by the Spetsnaz who were tired of the Americans so-called "opression" The Americans were actually better than previous wars fought. Iraq and Afghanistan to be exact. There were also bandits, who fired on anyone, ransacking hospitals mostly in Stary Sobor and Novy Sobor. They too, were a formidible enemy the Marines seemed to not be able to put down. The Marines had the Western part of the Country, border being Devil's Castle, Grishino, Kabanino, Vyshnoye, Mogilevka, Pusta, Prigorodky, and Chernogorsk, and everywhere West of that, including Novigrad. The East of Chernarus held by Chernarussians, or a "breeding ground for bandits." The Marines were trained to kill in any situation necessary. They walled off the cities they secured. They had two Airfields, one commonly known as "The Northwest Airfield" the other, known as, "The Balota Airstrip." The Marine we'll be following, is Captain Michael "Zed" Finn, he is the leader of A company. He was born in Ireland, moved to America when he was only two years old. Fought a campaign in Takistan, and his other two here in Chernaurus. He was a career soldier in the making, winning a Silver Star on his first deployment to Chernaurus, and two Purple Hearts in Takistan. He was originally a tank commander, but his whole company looked up to him. He was the man who would get them all home. His mottos were taken directly from the United States military, "Do or Die" and "No Man Gets Left Behind." He listened to Rock and Roll, his favorite band being Led Zepplin. He was a genious when it came to war tactics and past wars, World War 2, Vietnam, Korea and wars before those. He was married, had two beautiful kids, and was a fan of video games, especially "Left 4 Dead". His favorite movie was "Zombieland" and his favorite television show was "The Walking Dead". He had many friends and family, but when it came to his Marines, they too, were a family. The Marine's new base was in Devil's Castle, where we'll start this.

Date: March 29, 2014
Location: Devil's Castle, Chernarus

"Hey Teardrop, you call the President yet?" I asked.

"No, why?" the fellow marine asked.

"Tell him we're not going anywhere 'till this country is walled off." I said.

"I'll get right on it sir." Teardrop said to his CO.

"Gunny, why aren't you in Chernogorsk?" I asked a Sergeant that was walking in with refugees.

"I thought I was told to come here with any refugees." the Gunny said.

"No, your orders were to evacuate any survivors to the Balota Airstrip son." I said.

"Can't I bring them to the Northwest Airfield then, this once?" the Gunny asked.

"No, the Northwest Airfield is for supplies coming in, or evacs going out." I said.

"What if there are any wounded?" the Gunny asked.

"Orders are orders. Next time, stick to them." I said.

"Yessir." the Gunny said, before getting into an LAV-25, and driving off.

"Now that that's taken care of, can we get any word on supplies?" I said.

"Yessir, they're dropping tons of Chinooks of shit." a private said.

"Awesome." I stated, before going upstairs to one of the towers where I found a friend of mine. Timothy "Beret" Dunn. Soldiers called Tim "Beret" because he was French.

"Hey Beret." I said to Timothy, who was looking through binoculars.

"Michael?" Timothy asked, before giving him their signature handshake. "What are you up to?" he said in his thick French accent.

"Not much, just looking at the sights this place has to offer." I said.

"Yes." Timothy said, "One day, I want to buy a big house in here."

"This country?" I asked.

"Chernarus, yes." Timothy said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Why?" Timothy replied, "Because, I can. I am American, correct?"

"Yeah." I said, "But still."

"But still what?" Timothy asked.

"You're gonna be in a country with a lot of zombies then." I said.

Timothy was French, yes, but, he grew up in a life of poverty. He was abandoned by his father when he was three years old. He then had to find work when he was only ten. He did have a tough life.

"Zombies, Shmombies." Timothy said, "I don't care."

"You will when one's eating your fucking heart out." I said.

"I guess." Timothy said, "Did you hear?"

"Hear what?" I asked, being quiet.

"Hear we're getting reinforcements tomorrow." Timothy said.

"I thought we weren't getting any anymore." I replied. "You nearly scared the living fuck out of me!"

"This is our final reinforcement for the year." Timothy said, "They're being dropped right outside of Devil's Castle."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes." Timothy replied, "Also, we're supposed to be getting an M1A2 Abrams tank."

"When?" I asked.

"Sometime in May." Timothy said, "You're driving it."

"Wait, how do you know?" I asked.

"I talked to the General." Timothy said.

"Good." I told him.

"Yes, well, you'd better get going." Timothy said.

"To where?" I asked.

"Downstairs." Timothy said, "It looks like a horde is coming for us from the South.

"Really?" I asked, taking his binoculars out and looking through them.

Sure enough, there was a horde of Zombies coming for us. It looked rather large, about 150-200 in all. There were 100 Marines in Devil's Castle.

"Fuck." I said under my breath as I called all of the Marines into firing positions towards the South.

I had a weapon for each class. Sidearm, Sniper, Assault Rifle, Submachine Gun, Shotgun, and MG. I had a trusty M1911 as my sidearm, a Barrett M107 as my sniper, an M4A1 CCO SD as my assault rifle, a Bizon PP-19 SD as my submachine gun, a Remington 870 as a shotgun, and an M240 as my MG.

"Hold fire." I said.

The Zombies moved rather slowly, so we waited around ten minutes holding fire. During those ten intense minutes, we were just waiting for a Tank from Left 4 Dead to charge at us. There wasn't one, and after ten minutes, I gave the order to fire.

The zombies fell to our bullets like butter is cut by a knife. I swore to myself I'd win a Medal of Honour before I die. I just might now. Before we had a chance to react, a car came up to the castle. Not like a car, but a car. It was full of Chernaurussian refugees. From a town called Gvozdno. A Chernaurussian-controlled town. They said it wasn't heavily guarded, we could take it easily. I decided to take a fireteam with me out to investigate. We rode on two ATVs. We found the city was in fact, not guarded. We would probably be able to send in like ten or twenty guys and take it over.

Date: March 30, 2014
Location: Gvozdno, Chernarus

We went into Gvozdno. That would make today March 30. Meaning almost a month until that tank would get here. But we did get reinforcements at 14:00 today. Twenty of us went in with an AAVP7A1. We were armored, we had guns, and not to mention we finally had something easy. This was way easier than taking this town from the then-living Chernarussian troops. This should be a new type of war. This should be zombie warfare. If we can contain all of this shit, we'd do the Chernarussians a favor. After we've already evacuated most of the population. There's still more. Some are bandits, some were ChDKZ, some were NAPA, but all were hostile.

Well, on the way back to Devil's castle, we found two ChDKZ technicals on the road. It was just me and another guy in the AAVP7A1. I took gunner position and he drove. I burnt the technicals with the gun. When we got back to the castle, he took 21 other guys to Gvozdno while I stayed here. We later found out we'd get an AC-130 and an MV-22 Osprey to help us out coming in July. While I was free to do my thing, I went inside the castle, now rebuilt and finished, and wrote a letter to my wife.

Dear Kassandra,

I love you more than you will ever fathom. I'm fine, just on edge a little bit. Timothy Dunn is in my company! You know, Beret? One of my old friends? He's better now. Says he wants to buy a house here. He's crazy as fuck sometimes. But, in all honesty, that's why I'm friends with him in the first place! Also, don't worry about me. Worry about yourself and the kids. I know you worry a lot sometimes. But like I said before, don't worry about me. Yeah, I was shot in Takistan twice, but still, we have superior everything to these Chernarussians. I promise I'll careful and all. I love you and the kids. Tell them I'm only doing this for you all back home. By the way, do you remember the time I was deployed to Takistan? Yeah, well, the Chernaurussians are saying we oppressed them even worse than Takistanis. Even though it's bullshit. They say this is a fungus, and will only spread if you get bit. So you have nothing to worry about. But still, stay safe, and don't worry about me. I promise I'll make it home.

Love, Michael.

After I was finished with my letter, I was called out into the courtyard of the castle. We were almost done rebuilding it. We used this as an F.O.B. on my FIRST deployment! Anyways, I learned there would be two COs for each company. There were 2 regiments. Making about 60 companies of 100 men. We had control over 30 cities/towns, (including the Northwest Airfield and Devil's Castle), meaning about 2 companies would stay in each town/city. That's about 200 men! I was pretty ecstatic to say the least. So there are four COs in Devil's Castle now.

Author's Note:Hello Bandits and Survivors! My name is Godwrites and welcome to my little story! I'm new here, so please be gentle with your reviews. Now, moving on, I'm just going to put out some ideas for the new Standalone game to have. No, I'm not forcing my religion down your throats. Yes, just a few friendly suggestions. Firstly, Mr. Hall, (or anyone from DayZ development is reading this), you guys should really consider making the game controller compatible. That right there, would make me drop everything and go buy it. Not because I'm lazy, but because I'm actually typing this one-handed. I have a neuromuscular disorder called Dystonia. *LOOK IT UP ON WIKIPEDIA!* So, yeah, those are my thoughts on DayZ so far. Please, consider making the game Xbox controller compatible. I also aim to make this story the story with the most chapters, (50+ chapters), incase anyone was wondering. So yeah, thank you all for reading this story, and until next time. Stay awesome you sexy beasts!