Yes! It was good, I legitimately forgot Layton's DOB, which made for a little bit of fun with the RF!
It was my first time at Berezino, definitely think we'll be hanging around a little bit more! Look foward to hearing from Klaas on the Radio!
The Vanstone’s were powerful people, the family owning “Vanstone LTD.” A company that specialized in all things tech and as a result was the biggest tech company in the UK, worth close to a billion pounds. They weren’t always tech people though, Richard’s great grandfather owned “Vanstone Mining” which was where the family really earned their reputation and wealth, they controlled 90% of the countries mines, whether through direct branding or just quietly acquiring majority shares in anyone who would sell willingly.. or not so willingly. At the end of the mining boom, the Vanstones sold Vanstone Mining for an undisclosed amount thought to be in the hundreds of millions and shortly after Richard’s parents death, Vanstone LTD was founded, it immediately blew up due to being a Vanstone company and very quickly took its place as the “go to” place for all things tech. They had R&D into robotics, provided server hosting, search engines, software, phones, laptops, pcs, and more. No one could quite believe how quickly Vanstone LTD took over as a main player in technology, and it was strange how they never tried to go global, sticking to the UK market and even restricting some of their technology to only function on UK networks, yet they continued to grow year by year.
Rumors circulated that Vanstone LTD was involved in military contracts with the UK government or the secret service, but that was far from the truth. The Vanstones were not good people, sure Vanstone LTD did good things and produced good tech and helped advance some of the technology that impacted the whole world, but they never put their name to things like that, preferring to stay away from the global spotlight best they could. Why? All because their true profits came from... less legitimate sources. With Vanstone Mining the profits came from extortion, human trafficking, true bottom of the barrel stuff. However, Richard deemed himself as above all that “filth”, he would rather commit white collar crimes. Vanstone LTD was involved in many cyber-criminal activities such as their Ransomware attacks on the NHS, their widespread ddosing services, doxing services and even hosting servers for online human trafficking but never getting involved directly. Oh, and you can’t forget the embezzlement from their employee’s pensions, the wage theft and using the company to launder their illegally gained funds.
Layton was born into wealth and luxury, he went to the most affluent schools and as he was a Vanstone, he was untouchable throughout school, despite being a ring leader for a large number of the “incidents” that occurred he never got punished as he would just wave a handful of notes at the staff and they’d conveniently forget anything occurred. One day in sixth form, when he was 17, the true “power” of being a Vanstone was shown. He had once again orchestrated a “prank” on a fellow student in which he and his posse so kindly mugged him of all of his belongings, including the clothes he had on, tied him to a tree and left him there overnight. Why you ask? All because that student had bumped into Layton in the hallway the day before. This time the teacher dealing with him didn’t accept the bribe and instead contacted the local police department. The police put Layton in handcuffs, took him to the station and within the hour he was released with all charges dropped. The following week the teacher who had called the police was fired from the school due to “misconduct” and blacklisted from any of the “higher class” schools that the Vanstones could influence. However, all the students were told she “moved onto new and exciting prospects”. This was when it really sunk into Layton that he was truly untouchable and unaccountable for his actions.
He went onto ace his exams, but there was always doubt if he did or if he just paid the exam board to give him A’s. He got into oxford without a problem (obviously) and calmed down a bit, instead he began to profit off the students who had… substance problems. He was a dealer and he was a damn good one, if you needed something he had it to you within the hour, and the best part was, he made a good chunk of change from doing this, as the rich pricks at Oxford would pay a premium for the “good shit” from their local guy. As he was doing this, he kept his head down at Uni as to not draw attention to himself and managed to come out with a master’s in cyber security, he managed to not touch an ounce of a single type of drug, despite being around them all the time. As you know, a dealer should not use his own supply. When he left Oxford, he immediately dropped all drug related ventures and swapped to assisting his family in Vanstone LTD as a Director of Cyber Security, which was just a fancy way of saying he was helping keep the illegal operations under the radar.
He enjoyed the perks of wealth, going on regular hunting trips, golf trips and all the stuff a “rich” guy would do while having butlers and maids do everything mundane for him. He had it all and life was good.
It all crumbles
At the age of 25, after being apart of Vanstone LTD for only a year and a half, Layton was woken up to a flurry of loud bangs and flashes, smoke rising from canisters on the floor with screaming coming from the other rooms as his door got kicked in. All he could think was “this is how I die”. He was dragged out of bed and pinned to the floor by armed men, all he could see was his digital clock through the smoke, on the floor, upside down… 3:19am. Turns out, he would not die, but rather be arrested along with the rest of the Vanstone family, well everyone but Robyn, under a list of charges that spanned more than a sheet of A4 paper. All Vanstone assets were frozen, trading ceased, and server farms raided. As it would turn out, his older sister Robyn had been feeding information to the police for years, there were folders of evidence, videos, and voice recordings. Enough to put away the family for life and the raid on the server farm resulted in a lot of clients being arrested too. She stood there, proudly on the witness stand and testified against her entire family, condemning them, and wishing them all hell.
Unfortunately for Robyn there was a spanner in her plan. Layton was not on the board of Directors at Vanstone LTD officially and had only been there for a year and a half while criminal activity had been occurring for years. He also had no direct involvement with any of the illegal happenings and was just “The security guy”, or so his lawyer said. They tried to argue as he was a Vanstone, he knew what he was doing, they even tried to use his previous “arrest” in Sixth Form against him.
It did not work. All the video evidence, the recordings, the folders had nothing on Layton. It was all his Father, Mother and older brother. Any time Layton was involved with anything his sister was not around, it was always private meetings between Richard and Layton or Layton and a client, therefore she did not get an ounce of dirt on him. When this was revealed in court, her face was priceless. Layton was going to walk, and she knew that meant he would be coming after her.
The proceedings took a while, a year in fact, and at the end of it all Richard and Michelle Vanstone were sentenced to life in prison and Layton was allowed to walk free with a slap on the wrist. Unfortunately, every single asset the Vanstones owned, including bank accounts, were taken by the state to pay back for their crimes and reimburse any employees who had been affected. The court case as also widely broadcast, the Vanstone name was ran through the mud and ruined. No longer was being a Vanstone something to be proud of, it was an embarrassment.
Lucky for Layton his fathers “everything’s gone to shit” stash was not touched, buried in some field in a random village up north that was owned by a friend of a friend, who was a friend of a cousin meant that the police never made any links to it. Robyn had her own stash elsewhere, which she happily took. The hypocrite. Layton received 3 million pounds, a key to a Ford Focus, an engraved pistol, obviously with some rounds to use, a black notepad and pen both with his initials engraved in gold, along with a Vanstone watch. There was also a map with a dock in Dover marked in red. This was intended for the family to grab their stashes and then meet up to ditch the country should everything go “tits up” as his dad used to say. Layton burnt the map as soon as he could, cursing out his sister.
He took everything else and gave a small portion to the owner of the land for “being one of the good guys” even though by assisting Layton he was most definitely not a good guy.
Revenge is a dish best served… ice cold?
Layton was out for blood. His sister had vanished and most definitely left the country, he wasn’t the only one who wanted her dead, she had just ratted on a large number of criminal gangs.
However, he had something they did not, he knew Robyn. They were still brother and sister, despite the betrayal at the end they seemed to get on well, but it could have all been a front to get more “in” with the family to further her ability to get reliable information. Who knows, but Layton couldn’t dwell, he had to go, now.
He went to his usual suit shop, paid off the owner and got a custom tailored suit along with a Vanstone pin that the owner kept under lock and key, Layton was going to continue to wear the badge with pride. He was a Vanstone and he was going to prove you couldn’t just fuck with them and get away with it. Turns out, tracking someone is a lot harder than he thought and after spending 6 months trying to get any information he decided to put it on a back burner, he couldn’t just live off the money from the stash and needed a job. He applied as a tech support agent at a local firm and was accepted immediately, he had a master’s in cyber security after all. The owner knew of the Vanstones, they had ruined his previous company when they forcefully bought him out and then stripped the company before liquidating it. This was bad for Layton, the owner made his life hell and now that he had none of the wealth or power previously he was just another drone in a cubical. He got paid though, and that’s what he cared about. He worked for a few months before buying a small house, previously he was living in a shared accommodation as to not raise flags to the Police that he had a couple million in cash. He quickly began to find small passions, he joined a local clay pigeon shooting club, began taking up recreational horse riding and tried to live life how he previously did, just with a twist that he actually took care of himself, learning how to cook, clean and even could do basic car maintenance! He surprised himself with how content he was, despite losing everything (apart from the few million in the stash.) he managed to bounce back and make something of himself.
He moved job, became a cyber security officer at a UK branch of google and began working his way up the corporate ladder, at the end of the day he was still Layton Vanstone and overtime, through hard work, some manipulation and threats, he managed to become the Cyber Security Supervisor of the UK, he was back in a position of power and he was loving it.
3:19am. That is all Layton saw when his phone lit up on the 19th December 2019. “Incoming Call – Private Number”. He sighed and answered it, if they were calling this time of night it was surely important.
It was. Someone who he had paid a couple years ago to track Robyn had found her, she was hiding out in some “shithole” called Chernarus, working was as a medical officer. If Layton wasn’t awake, he sure was now. His contact told him he could find her based around Novo, one of the towns of Chernarus. Within the hour he had packed his bags and paid for a private flight from a private airfield (no luggage checks) to Chernarus.
Upon arriving he could see why it was referred to as a “shithole” by the contact, there were military everywhere, places looked rundown and he was surprised people actually lived here, but he could see why it was the perfect hiding place. Why would anyone look here? He spent the next weeks around Novo, staying in a local hotel and just keeping an eye out, he wore a more casual attire now, but kept his Vanstone pin on display. Chernarus was okay, if you forget about the constant civil war and the seemingly always sick population.
February came around and there was still no sign of Robyn, but rather the country was in panic mode. The infection he only knew as “The Frenzy Flu” from hearing someone speak about it, had taken hold on Chernarus and was spreading rapidly, the initial blasé reaction in January had caused it to become a wide spread problem, people were dying and Layton found himself trapped by curfews in the middle of an epidemic.
Late February, the situation got worse and Layton became sick with flu like symptoms and was rushed to a local pop-up quarantine zone. As he arrived, he saw the true chaos that had befallen Chernarus, medics rushing around desperately trying to save patients, while people were dying on the beds all around him, it was truly a nightmare and the local government seemed to be trying to cover it up.
There was a silver lining though, his assigned nurse was none other than Robyn Turganev, also known as Robyn Vanstone. She walked in the tent and began her usual routine, washing her hands and putting on new gloves, as she pulled the sheet back to get a better look at Layton she saw the Vanstone pin stuck on the collar of his shirt and her face went as white as the sheets she had just pulled off him. “How” was all she said as she took a step back ready to run, but she was too late, Layton had also realized it was his sister and a surge of adrenaline gave him the strength to jump up and pin her down.
The sudden movement made him feel nauseous and despite trying not to, threw up. Getting some onto her face and his hand he had over her mouth to try to keep her quiet. He fumbled around as she moaned and kicked trying to get him off, but she was exhausted from all the long hours and he was always stronger than her. They had knocked over a tray of medical equipment while struggling and he managed to grab a scalpel off the floor. He looked his sister straight in the eyes, she could no longer recognize her brother. Filled with rage he kept silent as he plunged the scalpel into her neck, not breaking gaze with her as she spluttered and took her last, strained, breath. Her eyes were those of shock as she finally gave in and went limp. He sat upright and leant back; his hands covered in blood from holding her mouth shut.
Finally, he had done it. His father would be proud, he smiled as he suddenly felt lightheaded and blacked out…
You dug your own grave, now lie in it
Layton woke up in a hospital bed, no longer at a pop-up zone but rather in a dimly lit hospital room with plain white walls, he was attached to an IV line and a machine that just beeped every few seconds, seemingly to indicate he was alive. He tried to move and he very quickly realized he was handcuffed to the bed. Fuck. They’d found him on top of her dead body, he was going to rot in a prison cell in some unknown country.
He saw his watch, notebook with pen and pin were sat on top a pile of his clothes in the corner, he wondered why they hadn’t taken them to processing or at least confiscated them. Suddenly a nurse practically burst into the room and seemed surprised he was awake. She mumbled some… Russian? At him as she turned and left. She returned with a Police Officer who spoke in very broken English. He explained that Layton was under arrest for murder and he would be transferred to a holding cell shortly, he then translated from the nurse explaining that Layton is very lucky as she seemingly only had a serious case of Flu, not the frenzy flu.
The officer and nurse left, leaving Layton to consider his options. He decided on a bribe, surely a cop from a seemingly corrupt country would take a bribe! As the officer returned with 2 others, he requested to speak privately with the first officer who originally came to see him. Layton remained calm and collected as he explained who he was and how much he was worth, he had brought a good amount of money with him and it was in his case at the hotel, all the officer had to do was let him go and escort him to the hotel. The officer laughed in his face and told him he didn’t give a shit who he was, but he’d take the money and let him go. If he agreed to leave the country as soon as. Layton happily agreed, he wants to never return to this shithole.
The officer dismissed his subordinates and uncuffed Layton, allowing him to get dressed and take his belongings from the corner of the room. Layton was still stiff and felt weak due to the Flu and the treatments given to him. While talking with the officer it turns out Layton was out for about a week, making it now early March. They got in the police car and took a ride back to Novo, on the way they got stopped at multiple checkpoints were the officer had to explain he was taking Layton up to the camp at Novo to work as punishment, thank god he didn’t go with the plan to just run away. He wouldn’t have made it.
Arriving in Novo and once again through another checkpoint they reached the hotel, said pleasantries with the person behind the desk, who was now a different person than who originally greeted Layton when he arrived, and moved upstairs to his room. Unlocking the room revealed it exactly as he had left it. The officer put his arm out and stopped Layton from going in, instead telling him to direct him to the money. Layton did just that, not wanting to piss off the officer, he slowly directed him to the wardrobe and to look under a pile of cardboard boxes, there was a duffle bag with approximately 100,000 pounds in it. The officer checked the bag, chuckled to himself and swiftly turned around to leave, stopping to Layton on the shoulder and whispered “get the fuck out of my country” before strolling away, happy at his ill-gotten gains and once again proving to Layton, he could get away with anything. Even murder.
Layton wasn’t stupid, he had a second bag with another 100,000 in it stashed under the bed, he grabbed the rest of his stuff and headed outside to get a taxi back to the airport. Upon reaching the Northern airfield, the taxi was suddenly stopped by soldiers aiming their weapons at them screaming in Russian. The driver very quickly explained that he was helping a traveler leave, but the soldiers said to “turn the fuck around or we will kill you” in English, to help Layton understand. He even tried to offer them money, but they just pushed a barrel of an AK-47 into his temple through the open window of the taxi and said “Leave”.
He was trapped. Trapped in a god forsaken country with some sort of plague going round, the taxi driver returned him to the hotel, where he booked back into a room and just fell onto the bed, defeated.
The next two months were a blur, with riots and fighting kicking off everywhere he tried to stay in the hotel as much as possible, as some rioters were even attacking tourists, he paid the receptionist at the hotel to fetch him food and supplies, allowing him to stay safely locked in his room. There were rumors that the military were beginning to shoot into the crowds and by the beginning of May the Military came into the Hotel and forcefully removed any occupants into a personnel carrier. Layton only had time to grab to his notebook and pen. They were taken to a camp on the southern airfield and directed to one of the tents where he shared a bunk bed with another tourist from America, who turned out to be press, but just lied to avoid being “dealt with” as other press members were.
The next month was appalling, more and more people were sent to the camp with others having to sleep on mats laid out on the floor, with increasing talk of the infection causing people to become “rabid” and attack others. Layton was getting wrestles, the officers brought less food as the month went on, showing the direness of the situation. There was the occasional ring of gunshots as the guards “dealt with a problem”. It was a warzone.
By the end of the month, the people at the camp were receiving one meal of potatoes and some kind of meat a day, Layton was reaching breaking point.
The next night the alarms went off all over the camp and a hail of gunfire was heard coming from the guard towers and round the entrance of the camp, screaming and moaning could be heard amongst all the chaos. Layton looked at his watch under the dimly lit lantern next to his bed. 3:19am.
He cursed under his breath just as Jake, the press guy jumped down from the top bunk and looked at Layton, distraught. Everyone in the tent was scared and confused, Layton took control of the situation and they discussed the best plan of action, all the while gunshots were getting less but the moaning and screaming louder… something wasn’t right out there. They agreed to run for it, or at least Layton persuaded them to.
Not to be one to go first, Layton practically pushed a Chernarussian Man out of the tent first to see if it was clear and when he didn’t die immediately, the rest followed. As Layton left the tent, he looked towards the entrance of the camp and what he saw was a scene you only see in nightmares and movies. Soldiers strewn across the floor being eaten by people taken by the frenzy flu, while other survivors of the camp were being either shot by the remaining soldiers, panicking and shooting anything that dared move, or being hunted down by the infected. All of this was lit by security lights and the muzzle flashes from the soldiers.
Layton and his group quickly turned and ran away from the main entrance, towards the delivery entrance at the back of the camp, the infected seemingly getting closer.
As they hit the delivery entrance a solider in a guard tower spotted them and trained his rifle, opening fire with the intent to kill. Layton was one of the first to reach the entrance and therefore the first to break into the open field out the back. He was also wearing black, making him a hard target to see compared to others, he and Jake cut right, away from the main pack of people who were now being gunned down and also chased by the infected and headed towards the coast, trying to find some sort of shelter and protection, the night sky lit up by gunshots all over place as the infected along with rioters chucked what was left of civilization down the drain.
As they hit the coastline, the duo stopped in a small barn out the back of a seemingly abandoned house, they slumped down against the wall to catch their breath and just looked at each other in distress, unsure of what they were going to do now, or how they would even survive. Unfortunately for Jake, he was with Layton. Due to the noise they had made fumbling around to get to the barn, them talking and their movement inside, it had got the attention of the owners of the house, who were not exactly healthy.
The duo heard a growl outside the door and then a banging as the infected owner tried to break his way inside. They frantically looked for something to defend themselves, or even a back entrance but there was fuck all. Layton looked at Jake and came up with his own plan, there was only one infected and two of them, if the infected got one the other would escape.
Layton persuaded a very exhausted Jake to hold the door shut while Layton unlocked it so they could make the infected fall in, they would then jump over him and shut the door behind them, the plan was stupid and would never work, but Jake was too exhausted and scared to think properly and Layton took advantage of that. As Jake unbolted the door, Layton immediately opened it, allowing the infected to fall on top of Jake and immediately bite him on the neck. Jake screamed out and Layton bolted out of the barn, not even taking a moment to look behind him, as he ran into the darkness along the coastline, trying to formulate his next move…
Haha, well I made sure to get a longer music thing incase people are slow readers But thanks for the feedback
Thanks! I'm actually british (hence my name) but the kiwi is so damn cute. It was my girlfriends idea for a kiwi with a kiwi on its beak
Some notes before I start:
After having Luka as my character for a long time, I wanted to spice things up a bit, still keeping the Aksakovs in my backstory has allowed me to play with it a fair bit
I am sorry for how long it is (3670 words to be exact) this took me about 5 hours to write and I got into it a fair bit, the longest piece I've written for a while.
It will not be perfect, I am not a writer, nor have I done this for over a year so criticism is welcome!
I am not a graphics guy, at all. So i am sorry it is just text I have tried to break it up best I can to make it easy to read.
I will update this page with other stories Deryik's experiences in the world with some diary entries later on!
Please play this for some background music as you read!
The Story of Deryik Lowell
By the time the last of the screaming stopped, the daylight was starting to find its way in through the cracks and onto Deryik’s face, lighting up the blood running down his face and the tears in his eyes, this was definitely not what he had in mind that Monday morning…
Before all of this, Deryik was a happy man, he had a wife of 2 years, a small house, loving parents, small circle of good friends and a stable job as a system administrator and head technician for a small hosting company, however he did not handle making new friends or social interactions very well due to the way he lived his life, he wasn’t a genius, he wasn’t rich, nor was he very athletic for that matter but he was happy and he wouldn’t trade his life for all of the money in the world. He was content with his place in life, something very few people could say.
Little did he know, his job, the one thing he has worked at for years, would see his life turned upside down...
On Monday 6th October 2014 he was woken up at 2:04am by his phone, a call from his boss telling him that the servers in Chernarus had crashed and it was a hardware issue, more importantly that he had a flight to Vybor, Chernarus at 10am. Deryik insisted that his wife come with him, as they could use a holiday somewhere abroad and his boss happily complied, whatever it took to get that server back online.
No-one at the company really understood the decision to get a server box up in Chernarus, it was in the middle of nowhere important and didn’t have much traffic, just one specific address which always sent some garbled data at the same time every day. Clearly the boss was doing something the staff shouldn’t know about, so they just accepted it and shut up, it didn’t harm anyone.. for now.
As soon as Deryik even saw the plane he was taking to Vybor, he instantly realised this wasn’t going to be a luxurious place, the plane was a small passenger plane that was rusty and looked like it was about to fall apart, let alone fly. It was just Deryik, his wife and some old couple who didn’t speak English on the plane, no in-flight services, no baggage areas, just ‘dump it anywhere’. Deryik was not religious, but he prayed that the fix was easy and fast so he and his wife could get home by tomorrow.
Upon arriving, the rest of the place matched the plane, rusty, old and worn down. He was shown to his ‘cab’ if you could call it that, some run down car driven by some old man who just grunted and pointed at a map on the back of the passenger seat, he pointed at ‘Lopatino’ which conveniently was right next to the airstrip, maybe he could be home tonight!
Once shown into the ‘Hotel’, which was just a pub with some rooms upstairs, Deryik dropped off his bags, agreed with his wife to be back before dark and headed off to the server, which was marked on his paper map with a big red circle.
This was not a normal server room. This was a warehouse, one where servers do not belong unless they are being scrapped. He reached the front gate and an armed man came out of the hut demanding ID. Once it had been cleared that he was in fact a technician coming and not some attacker he was allowed through, Deryik knew he had to get out of there as soon as possible, this was not a friendly place, armed guards walked around everywhere and he was personally escorted to the server ‘room’ which was just a metal container with some servers sat in it, his boss clearly wasn’t the ‘ethical’ type when it came to making money.
Deryik saw the issue straight away, a fucking bullet hole in the main console, he wasn’t about to question how it happened in the worry that he would end up the same as the console so he just quietly rang his boss and explained the situation, expecting to be told to come home and just wait for a repair from the guards or someone else. But oh no, his boss wasn’t about to do that! Deryik’s day was getting worse each second as his boss told him “You will stay in Chernarus until you get the replacement parts shipped over and the server is back online”. Deryik, wanting to keep his job, agreed to stay as his boss said it’d be maximum a week until replacement parts, little did he know that week is all the world needed to become fucked.
As he walked out of the ‘server room’ he bumped into one of the guards and made him drop his AK.. Deryik got the dirtiest look he ever had received and a couple foreign words thrown his way, all he managed to muster up was a ‘sorry’ as he quickly departed, but not before catching the patch which said ‘Stanley Aksakov’.
Upon arriving back at the ‘hotel’ his wife hugged him and asked if they were going home, when she heard the news she broke down, begging him to go home but Deryik stood his ground, he was not going to lose his job because his wife couldn’t handle one week in a rundown country, granted it was a complete shit hole. Eventually his wife agreed to stay for the week, no longer, and they settled down to sleep…
The next days were interesting to say the least, just spending all the time in the pub avoiding the public best they could, but soon news spread of an ‘infection’ in Chernarus that caused infected to act like rabid dogs, attacking everyone in sight. Deryik needed to get out, regardless of if he could fix that server, he needed to get out of Chernarus, right fucking now.
By the time he had packed his bags and got ready to leave and as he stepped out the door the pub owner yelled in broken English ‘You can’t leave. No planes.’ Deryik and his wife just stopped dead on the spot and stared at the owner in disbelief, not believing him, they hailed a taxi to the airfield…
On arrival there were armed men everywhere, military, before they even reached airfield territory they were stopped and turned away, again with broken English from the soldiers ‘No planes. Stay here.’ So reluctantly they went back Lopatino..
When they returned they went back to their room and locked the door, scared for their well-being Deryik rang his boss. All that followed just increased the discomfort and worry for Deryik and his wife. “Sorry, there is nothing I can do, the borders are closed. You are on your own. Good Luck.”
They just sunk into their bed and prayed for it to be over.. that it was a bad dream…
They were awoken to gunfire, screaming and moaning from downstairs, looking at their clock they could see it was 1am, they debated hiding upstairs but Deryik opted to go and look, see if they could get some help, maybe a gun for self-defence…
Unfortunately, what he saw was not what he expected, there was bodies all over the floor and a group of mercenaries from the warehouse where the server was stored stood in a line behind a pile of tables, their guns still smoking..
Instantly Deryik recognised the guard he bumped into and out of panic shouted “Hey! Its me! The IT guy!” Big mistake. All guns were aimed at him, triggers itching to be pulled, Deryik gulped and tried explaining he was perfectly healthy and “please don’t shoot, I’m innocent”.
Stanley burst out laughing and so did the rest in unison, when one of the others spoke up to him in relatively good English “Look, we’re all there is left of this town, the rest has gone to shit, we’ve lost some men trying to fight off these rabid dogs and we could do with all the help we can get. We trust you as you are a friend of our bosses, therefore a friend of ours, so let’s get the fuck out of here!” Deryik noticed his patch ‘Luka Aksakov’, clearly these mercs were more than just friends, they were family.
Deryik called his wife who slowly came downstairs with him, leaving all of their belongings in their room, they handed him and his wife a pistol each with a couple mags spare. Considering they came from England, they had no idea how to shoot... let alone kill, but they stayed quiet as this was their best hope to get out of this mess alive.
As they stepped out of the pub they saw it, smoke, fire, the smell of death… there was nothing left alive, they slept through this?! Hah… They were always called heavy sleepers by their friends.
As quick as they had left the building there were more infected on them, the mercs very easily dispatching them on the way to the warehouse..
By the time they reached the outskirts of the town there was a train of infected hot on their tail, Deryik still not firing a single shot off, got tackled by an infected as it ran out of an alley, hungry for blood. As Deryik fell, he made sure to land on his back, the infected on top.
This was his first up close encounter with an infected, the face no longer recognisable, just blood and mucus dripping onto Deryik’s face as he snapped at him. Carefully pulling up the pistol, he put the gun against the infected man’s chin, closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, splattering blood everywhere.
As he got slowly up, Luka grabbed him by his collar to his feet and forced him into a full sprint, he could hear the infected growling right behind him as he just looked forward and ran.. Ran as fast as he ever had in his life.
As they hit the warehouse, the first mercs there made sure his wife and him got through before turning to enter themselves, unfortunately one of the men was grabbed as he went to come through the gate and was pulled into the wave of infected, now frantically trying to get through the gate. Luckily it was solid steel and locked.
They had made it, but only just, lost a man and Deryik had to shoot his first ever gun... at a man. Well, not really man anymore, but he used to be. They locked the main doors and made a bee-line for a cargo container with a padlock on the front, right next to the ‘server room’. Luka whipped out a key and unlocked it, displaying a very nice array of weaponry, spare clothes, tents and other survival equipment, such as hunting knives, cooking pots, water bottles and cans of food. Luka told them to take what they wanted and that if they wanted to, they could stick with the mercs, there were 14 of them right now, safety in numbers and all, Deryik and his wife agreed to stay.
Suddenly, Deryik’s wife screams “My locket!” This wasn’t any normal locket, this was her mums, which was passed down generation to generation, and she had put it in her bag to take back to England. Which was now in their room, in the pub, back in town, past that sea of infected.
The look on Luka’s face when he looked at Deryik and realised he wanted to go back was priceless. Basically a ‘Fuck off, you’re crazy.’ Type look.
Following a short argument, Boris, another Aksakov family member, pointed out the fact that he had dropped his bag which contained all of his spare ammunition during the fight in the pub, which just so happened to be at least a third of their total ammo count out of the container before they left, as he didn’t think they would be returning.
Luka just sighed, looked at Stanley who also shook his head and muttered some more foreign words before saying ‘Let’s go.’
Deryik grabbed a combat vest, a backpack filled with food and water and an AKM with 2 spare mags, while not having ever shot a rifle, he felt more protected. While his wife kept hold of her pistol and just grabbed a backpack.
The other mercs seemed to follow Luka and Stanley to the grave, not questioning their orders once, reading the rest of their patches showed that at least 6 of them were also a part of the Aksakov family. These guys were loyal to the grave, but would they be loyal to Deryik, an outsider?
The noise of the horde was still very dominant, with the smell of rot taking over the air, they needed to get out of here, now.
Luka checked the back doors hatch and sent one of the men up the inside ladder to look out over the top, to see their best route of escape, which was surprisingly the back gate, as the infected were piled up at the front, still not broken through the strain clearly visible on the gate.
They double checked their packs and carefully opened the gate, and they slowly crept out one by one to the back entrance, which was a small single file gate in the fence. Eventually they were out of the compound and found themselves back on the outskirts of Lopatino, which still had infected shambling around, clearly interested in the other bodies strewn across the street.
They somehow managed to reach the street with the pub, unfortunately there was at least 30 infected shambling around outside the pub, obviously attracted by the pile of bodies outside and inside.
Luka looked at his men and they started speaking in Chernarussian, so Deryik just held onto his wife and waited. Eventually, Luka turned to Deryik and whispered ‘We’re going to throw a flare at the end of the street and dart into the pub, hopefully it won’t attract too many.’ This was their only shot, and Deryik trusted him, so he nodded in agreement.
As Luka counted down from 3, Stanley got ready to pop a flare, 2, an infected had got a little too close for comfort and tilted its head, growled and stared right at Deryik, who’s heart stopped at that moment, 1, Stanley threw the flare right as the infected screamed and charged right at Deryik which got the attention of the rest of the pack in the street, now all looking at their way..
“Fuck it! Just run!” was all that came out of Luka’s mouth as the 16 of them jumped up and ran as fast as their legs would carry them to the pub, shooting infected as they went.
The first merc to get into the pub, Victor, was face to face with at least 5 infected, all of who darted on top of the poor guy, he fired off a burst of bullets into the wall as he let out an agonising scream, just making the infected outside growl louder.
The rest of the team ran into the pub and pushed the infected off of Victor, but it was too late, he was dead by the time he pulled the trigger.
They all ran upstairs, hoping to funnel the infected into easy to kill line, like shooting fish in a barrel. Deryik’s wife ran into their room and grabbed her locket, putting it into her pocket and coming back out to hug Deryik as tight as she could before they both went to hold the line with the other mercs. Luckily Boris had grabbed his backpack as he ran through the pub, so they didn’t need to go back downstairs, not yet anyway.
They just would not stop coming, gun flashes lighting up the hallway, as the survivors got pushed back slowly by the never-ending wave of infected that flooded the building. Over the gunfire Luka was yelling orders to hold and not back down, but ammo wouldn’t last forever and there was going to be more infected than bullets on earth at this rate.
Stanley yelled something in Chernarussian and Luka agreed, turning to Deryik telling him to cover his ears…
Five different mercs all pulled out grenades and threw them at the crowd on the stairs as a last ditch effort to thin the horde. As the grenades bounced along the floor and heads of the infected everyone ducked and covered their ears right as the bang went off, shaking the building, causing a blinding flash, a deafening bang and the last thing Deryik saw was a piece of door come flying at him.
When he woke up he saw blood, lots and lots of blood. There was blood on the walls, the ceiling, the floor, even the air tasted of blood. He looked to his right and saw one of the mercs patches “Alexis Aksakov”, unfortunately the body it was attached to wasn’t really a body anymore, it was more mushy mess of blood, guts and bones. Clearly the grenades didn’t care who they blew up.
As he stood up, his ears no longer ringing, his wife called to him, still disorientated he just stood their yelling ‘What?!’ He soon knew what, as an infected latched itself onto his left arm and removed a large chunk of his flesh right before it got a bullet to the face. Deryik looked at his wife in shock as she lowered her smoking gun and just looked at him with disbelief.
It didn’t last long as one the mercs had fallen back behind the two brits and were yelling for them to move it to the back of the hallway as there were still some infected in the building. But they didn’t move. They didn’t even blink, Deryik was bit, he was going to die and his wife felt the guilt of it all, unable to cope they locked eyes, right as an infected pounced on top of Robyn and took a massive bite out of her neck, but was quickly dispatched by Luka.
This was it. This was the end of Deryik’s perfect life, his happy life. All washed away, all gone. And it was all his fault for taking this damned job.
Deryik fell at his wife’s side, tears streaming down his face, ignoring the infected that were practically breathing down his neck. Stanley grabbed him by his vest and dragged him back into the group, while he held onto his wife’s collar, not letting go, she was still breathing.
As the team mowed down the remaining infected, Deryik just cradled his wife, muttering ‘I’m sorry’ repeatedly as they just stared into each other’s eyes for one last time. She managed to get out the words ‘I love you, stay alive. Please.’ As she gave into the inevitable he replied with a tearful ‘I promise.’ And kissed her on the forehead as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she took her last breath, with a small smile on her face. Her dying in his arms did two things to Deryik, firstly it gave him the motivation he needed to survive, he had to keep his promise. Secondly, it caused him to go into a state of depression, which would show in the coming weeks…
As the last of the infected fell and the growls grew silent, Deryik’s watch buzzed, it was 6am. The sunlight was starting to come through the cracks in the walls and windows, illuminating the hallway, if you could even tell it was a hallway anymore. Luka patted Deryik on the back as the rest of the group lowered their weapons and took in the sight. A sight they would never forget.
Deryik took the locket out of his wife’s pocket and put it into his vests top pouch, to make sure it stayed safe. While he was doing so, Boris noticed the bite on his arm and worryingly pointed it out the remaining survivors, who raised their guns at him the moment Boris opened his mouth. “Woah! What!?” was all he could say before Luka pointed at his arm, looking down Deryik remembered his wound, the bite.
He was still going to die, he was bitten, it was how it killed people!
Deryik made a plea, keep him alive and with them for now, if he showed any signs of infection, such as a fever and flu-like symptoms, then they could put him down, but as none of them had turned, unlike some of the other mercs who had been bit previously. They agreed, he, and the rest of the group may be immune. As he stood their making his plea he realised there was not as many of them as there was before, not only had Alexis died, they were missing three others, there was only 9 of them left, excluding Deryik. His bite, his head wound from the piece of wood that had hit him in the head was also bandaged, along with some of the others who had sustained injuries from the explosion, Luka had a chunk of wood sticking out of his right thigh, which they bandaged around and planned to pull it out when they reached a safer place.
As Deryik’s watch buzzed for a second time, indicating it was now 7am and the sun had reached the end of what remained of the hallway, lighting up the piles of bodies and guts that laid along the floor, walls and ceiling. The damaged, wounded and broken band of survivors slowly dragged themselves out of the dreaded hallway, down what remained of the stairs, out the front door and towards the forest to the south of Lopatino to make camp, all the while praying this thing to be over as fast as it had started…
Currently, as said here: http://www.dayzrp.com/t-DayZRP-Miscreated-Lore we'll be using the games lore for now, currently theres a bit of discussion going on about how long ago the war happened, but generally we agree its at least 10 years
They fixed a lot of the crashing and freezing issues in the newest update; It runs very nicely on my (fairly old) setup at high
You do need a 64 bit OS though.
(See here: https://steamcommunity.com/app/299740/discussions/0/613940477788296266/ )
Hey, i spoke to him in ts and he edited his post asking for the report to be ignored..
Was a case of mis-id mid firefight, i instantly tried to find him on forums and stuff when i could and apologised through TS.
If you still need my full pov i have video etc.. just let me know.
Not sure how many of you will remember me, but I was on a year+ involuntary leave, but rolle has allowed me back again(Thank you), I'll be whitelisting when I can, as I now have a job and stuff to do as well, but I'll be active once again!
Hopefully this time, I dont do anything stupid to get another leave.
It's good to be back
Link to the source of punishment (report/post):
Well, I guess the youtube video and reddit thread.
Why the verdict is not fair:
Cheating in other games does not mean I cheat in dayz or any bohemia interactive games. Can I have proof I have done so?
Additional statements/comments explaining your point of view:
yes, i cheat in other games, dayz and arma, no. Banning me due to OTHER games is completely un-called for.
I'd understand if I cheated in Dayz etc. But CS:GO? Really. Come on.
CS:GO isn't even related to dayz. Maybe log me or something. I dunno, but a ban from a completely irrelevant game?
If you want me to explain my entire side, sure.
Or you can listen to a random youtube video that is 3 weeks old.
I have been in DayzRP for a while, yes i have been perma banned before, and yes i was un-banned. For being underage, that was sorted, now Im being banned for something not even related to dayzrp? Does DayZ use VAC? No. They use a much better anti-cheat, a thing I'd never dream of going against.
I honestly don't see why other games are related to DayZ, I mean, what about people who have VAC's in CoD, or TF2, or any other games, they banned aswell? A bit overkill.
What would you like to achieve with this appeal:
Unbanned as it is uncalled for
What could you have done better?:
Not do anything bad completely, regardless of its relevance to dayzrp?
As I can't edit. Let me add to it.
Was it the fact it is a multiplayer game that got me banned? Or just the cheating all together?
I understand this community has something like a witch-hunt against cheaters, but surely only games related to dayz at all can hold any ground? Like saying 'You cheated in minecraft, perma ban from dayz.' What?
Off topic: My first perma ban appeal was made at like 8PM GMT aswell, the timings are almost perfect. (I very well presume this'll be my last.)