DayZ diaries

DayZ Diaries: the one where Andy wonders what's next

Andy Kelly at

Every week, DayZ Diaries recounts Andy's adventures in post-apocalyptic survival sim DayZ, where beans and friends are frequently in short supply. This week, Andy looks to the future of DayZ.

I’ve logged 98 hours in the DayZ alpha since it was released in December, and I think I’ve finally bled it dry. When I start a new life I have a routine. I hit the nearest town to my spawn point, scavenge as much food and drink as I can, then head inland. Here I pick the towns that everyone ignores clean until I have a backpack, a fire axe, and maybe a weapon if I’m lucky. Then I’ll hit an airfield or military base and, providing I survive, pick up a tactical vest, ammo, weapon attachments, and other military gear. I’m so familiar with the map now that I can do this in as little as an hour. Then I reach the point that every geared player in DayZ has experienced at least once: what do I do now?

DayZ Diaries: the one where it rains a lot, and Andy mercy-kills a fellow survivor

Andy Kelly at

Every Tuesday, DayZ Diaries recounts Andy's adventures in post-apocalyptic survival sim DayZ, where beans and friends are frequently in short supply.

Since the most recent update, a dark cloud of gloom has descended upon Chernarus. Most servers I join are now lashed with rain, and it’s completely transformed the atmosphere of the game. The ominous grey skies, pounding rain, and booming thunder are much more post-apocalyptic than those cloudless, sunny days. Everything is just so damn cinematic now, whether I’m in a standoff at an airfield or looting a deserted town.

“Are you French?” I’m a few miles north of Kamyshovo, and two players in military gear and clown masks have approached me. I’m wearing basic civilian clothes, but the hunting backpack and modded M4 rifle on my back betray the fact that I’m geared up. “No.” I respond, putting my hands up. By now I’ve accepted the fact that I’m going to die, because only two types of people wear the Payday masks these days: new players who don’t know any better, and jerks.

DayZ Diaries: the one where a friendly player gives Andy a crisis of conscience

Andy Kelly at

Every Tuesday, DayZ Diaries recounts Andy's adventures in post-apocalyptic survival sim DayZ, where beans and friends are frequently in short supply.

Last week I decided that, if I'm ever playing DayZ alone and I run into another player, I'll kill them on sight. Harsh, yes, but the only way to make sure I don't get punched in the head by a fresh spawn with nothing to lose. So there I am, running down the coast towards Kamyshovo, when I spot a survivor up ahead. Not taking any chances, I drop to my knees and shoot him with my Mosin. The way I see it, a bambi is just a bandit who hasn't found a gun yet.

DayZ Diaries: the one where Andy decides never to trust anyone ever again

Andy Kelly at

Every Tuesday, DayZ Diaries recounts Andy's adventures in post-apocalyptic survival sim DayZ, where beans and friends are frequently in short supply.

In last week's diary I spoke with some relish about my first foray into the thrilling world of cold-hearted banditry. But then the update happened and my character was reset. So here I am, back on the beach in a t-shirt, thirsty, unarmed, and helpless. But I don't mind, because some of the best stories in DayZ emerge when you're at the bottom of the food chain.

DayZ diaries: the one where Andy turns to the dark side

Andy Kelly at

One of the worst ways to die in DayZ is being shot by an unseen player. There you are, minding your own business, merrily looting a building, when some invisible bastard kills you with a Mosin. I’ve always cursed those players, but last night I became one.


DayZ diaries: the one where Ben force-feeds Andy a rotten banana

Andy Kelly at

I’m with a group of friends in the southern coastal town of Kamyshovo. We’ve been running down the coast for what feels like hours, and we’re all dying of thirst and/or hunger. Then, up ahead on the main road, we see another player. We all point our guns at the stranger, even though we don’t have any ammo, but he waves and says he’s friendly. Amazingly, it’s Chris. By sheer chance, I’ve bumped into someone I know in the vast expanse of Chernarus. He’s in dire need of food and water too, so we decide to hike west towards the city of Elektrozavodsk to try and find life-saving beans.