This will be a forum for you to tell your stories in DayZ. I'll start.
So, the other day, I logged in after being killed. I spawned somewhere in the wilderness. After a few minutes, I found a hatchet, a Makarov, but no ammo. I walked around for awhile and noticed a guy with a DMR with his back turned. He was bleeding profusely. I hid and used my microphone to communicate with him. I told him that I was friendly and would give him a blood transfusion in exchange for ammo. He agreed. I approached him, he turned to me, and I buried my hatchet in his head. I'm a horrible person.