It misses a roof but I managed to spread a tarp I found nearby between the walls to make a roof. I’m writing this in a makeshift shelter in some run down building. I grabbed my M4 and strapped my duffle over my shoulder and started my journey north. I didn’t want to take our car because I didn’t wanna leave Clay, Welsh, Pac or Gwen stranded without our car if they needed to move. The helicopter lost altitude slowly, it was gonna be a long hike to follow it. I grabbed a map and a compass and drew myself a course to follow. I spotted the flashing lights from the helicopter like beading eyes from the sky. I didn’t need them, the trail of smoke was more than clearly visible to the naked eye beaconing off against the clear night sky. I stuck my head outside our window, I took in the midnight air and grabbed my NV binocs. Maybe it could give us an upper hand in firepower, information or maybe a way out. I decided to go, that crashing helicopter could have just been the stroke of luck we desperately needed. I signed to Clay in short words “Helicopter crashing me follow.” She wanted to come along but she got a radio from Walker. That’s when I heard the noise of a helicopter loosing altitude quickly. I wished Clay a goodnight and laid down on my improvised leather bedmat to sleep. Let’s start where I last saw you guys, the new place we moved to. Saves me the trouble of signing the whole story and maybe I’ll make a habit out of it who knows. I guess this is where I start a journal, to let you guys know what happened. So if you find this on my dead body I guess do whatever you want with it. The first page reads: If you do not know me this does not concern you unless you care about some random mute girl, this is to communicate with my friends. This is a rundown journal, the binding is black leather and on the front it has a drawn bunny with fangs and a grin.

Dayz standalone epoch