The Best DayZ of out Lives

by Remipa Awesome

DayZ, the zombie apocalypse survivor simulator, if you have survived this long then you are a great survivor, or you or just plain lucky and you screw it up for everyone else around you. Zombie is a man who thinks of himself as the ideal survivor, he attempts to clean his gun once a month or so, he loots beanz, he even has injured other people in a gun fight before...Good luck man.

The Best DayZ of our lives

Chapter One

Three men are sitting around a burning barral on the side of the road, all of them big, strong, fast, smart, and are well equiped with military grade weapons. They are having a great time well also on gaurd from bandits.

"Hey Guys!" A voice from the distence is heard.

They start whipsering in fear. "I thought you lost him?!" one of the men said

"I did! he must have followed us or maybe saw the smoke, i don't know!" the second man would say.

"I say we just shoot him." As he pulls back on the bolt to his M4.

"we can't do that, he's not a bad guy but he's going to get us ki..." The second man was inturupted.

"Hey Guys! I found Ya. It took forever i mean it's almost like you were tying to leave me, but i know that wasn't the case, i just got lsot and you guys needed to move on, too much risk right?"

The man with the M4 looks dissepointed as he lowers his rifle,

"Look Parke..." The first man was inturrupted.

"Hey, it's Zombie. But yes?"

"look, Zombie, I know you want to believe in safety in numbers, but how do i put this in a way it wont hurt you?"

"Scram, your going to get us killed."

"Wha..." Zombie was cut off.

"Remember safety in numbers? You're a negitive Number, you are a danger more thhen a help."

Zombie looked kinda hurt about this event. "How will i survive?"

"Look man, you have sk...you are sma...You have a chance man, you have learned a lot, kinda, we wish you luck, you can stay here for the night but we are leaving a soon as we can so you don't get us killed, we are leaving you a duffle with a gun, some ammo, some food, and some water. Good luck man"

"...i get to have my own gun?"

"Ya?"

Zombie starts pushing the group of men away. "Good luck guys, have fun, remember to stay safe and not get eaten, and don't get shot. BYE!"

When the three men are a distence away the third one starts to speak. "If all we had to do was give him a gun then i would have given him all of them just to get him away."

"What have we done?" the second man would reply.

"What do you mean?" Both the others would ask.

The Second man looks at them. "We just gave Zombie a gun, and ammo."

They all pause for a moment, Then they start running for the farthest possible place, or until they all die of exustion, either way better then Zombie with a gun.