There are two of them, one well-outfitted and holding a rifle, the other, like me, in just jeans and a T-shirt.
"Hi," says T-shirt. "Who are you?"
"Hi," I say. "I’m Chris."
"Okay," says T-shirt. "See that guy there?"
"Yeah," I say.
T-shirt punches me in the face. My vision blurs. The one with the rifle watches silently.
"He said I had to kill you or he’d kill me," T-shirt says, punching me again. Everything goes black as I fall unconscious.
T-shirt keeps talking. “He said I had to. He said he’d kill me if I didn’t kill you. That’s why… that’s why. He said I had to.”
I dropped one of my two cans of beans on the ground for my new friend, and we engaged in the DayZ tradition of staring at the ground and hoping it would eventually appear. It didn’t.
We’d met near a construction site a few minutes ago and decided to explore together. On the roof of the parking garage, we found a blue backpack. I put my last can of beans in the pack, hoping he could then take the pack and find the beans inside, and open them with his machete.
While he waited hopefully for the beans, I ran off to loot a couple warehouses. We agreed to meet back at the site in five minutes. When I got back, I found him at the bottom of the site, dead, most likely from a fall.
In his pack were the beans. He’d opened them but only eaten half. He’d saved the rest for me.
Its Friday and I’m listening to the two greatest men of all time, life is good. #joerogan #jre #powerful #freakparty