The Outcasts

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short bio i made for a DayZ RP group i ran for a while.

Submitted: March 21, 2015

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Thunder breaks through the darkness of the night and rain pours down endlessly. The city of Elektrovadorsk is dark and the growls of zombies echo through the night. You see a flicker of a lantern in the upstairs room of a pub. The hope of warmth and food draws you in and you slowly go up the stairs. When you reach the last room you see that there are two men sitting at a table. One of the men wears a cowboy hat while the other has an unkempt beard and wears a jacket. When they hear you enter both look up and invite you to come sit down. On the shoulder of both men is a patch that looks strange to you. When you question them about it they begin their story.

 

The man in the cowboy hat looks up at you with a quick smirk and then looks over to his friend in the jacket.

 

“Hey Wolf, looks like he hasn’t heard of us, hah!”

 

The man with the unkempt beard looks over at the man sternly.

 

“Good, that means we’re doing our job right Sly.”

 

Sly then turns toward you once again.

 

“Im sorry, my friend here has no manners. We are the leaders of The Outcasts. We both started from nothing and were generally hated. The Russians obviously don’t take a liking to us since we’re americans and these other clans are well…..not our style if you catch my drift. We never really found a place to call home, a place where we could be safe. Wolf here got the idea one day to join a mercenary group since before the outbreak he was one. He got rid of that idea right quick though once I told him how all he would be doing was following orders and kissing ass. Why should we have to bow and say our curtsies to some asshole? We should be the leaders, make our own rules and do our own thing.”

 

That’s when we got the idea for The Outcasts. We would form a group of the rejects, loose cannons, and basically the unwanted who were just like us. When we are by ourselves we are weak but all together and we are a strong force. Wolf and I also hired along Mr. Cadwell here to help with organizing and, what do you do again Ben?

 

From the shadows behind you a young gentleman with very clean clothes and a trimmed beard walks up to the table.

 

“Well sir I do organizing, record keeping, medical procedures, and –“

 

“Yea, yea Ben we get it. You do all the boring stuff that Wolf and I don’t want to do. To be honest we wouldn’t be where we are if it wasn’t for Ben and his smarts. Well, like I was saying, we’re a group who started because we were tired of how things were being run in this shithole of a country. Tell me friend, aren’t you tired of being robbed? Being beaten half to death by some Russian in the woods? Seeing your friends killed because they spoke out of turn? It’s our turn now to do the same right back to them. I want you to remember also that we aren’t some nice daisies and sunflowers clan where we will give you your daily hugs and kisses. What we will be doing is surviving in this wasteland. When we need supplies we’ll do raids or take it from others if we need to do. There are no longer the good guys or the bad guys. There’s only survivors, if you can’t handle robbing someone so you don’t have to worry about eating that night then you better find some other group to join

 

Wolf looks up at you with his ice cold stare and seems to be studying you.

 

My associate Sly here has told you most of what you need to know but from what I see on your face I’m guessing you’re apprehensive. That’s alright; a couple months ago and I would have had the same reaction. There’s one thing you don’t understand though, guys like us have no where to call home and gathering all these people together gives both us and them one. I know it will be scary to have to rob others but that is what is necessary to survive. You should also know that we don’t completely rob people, we leave them food, water, and some resources to keep them alive. Not all wolves are savages.

 

Sly then looks up from the knife he was sharpening.

 

“Well my friend Wolf here can be a mean son-of-a-bitch but he’s right you know. So what do you say friend? Want to join The Outcasts?”

 

You politely decline and grab for beans to share with them.

 

“Well i’m very sorry to hear that. Benjamin.”

 

From behind you there is a surge of footsteps then a quick hit to the back of your head. The last thing you see before you fall unconscious is the frown of the man in the cowboy hat. When you wake up you are in the bed of the pub. Your weapon is till there but the ammo is gone. Within your backpack two cans of your food are gone and a water bottle but for the most part its all intact. When you stand up you notice that a note is tuck to the wall with a knife. Upon closer inspection you notice its from Wolf.

 

 

I’m very sorry this had to happen, since you weren’t coming with us we wanted to make sure that nobody would know where we were heading. You can never really trust people nowadays. Your ammo is In the other room behind the bookshelf and before we left I put some beans under the cushion in the couch. If you ever find us again just rethink about joining us. If you should encounter any of those other clans let them remember our motto. We are The Outcasts, Fear Us.

 


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