The Humans of Chernarus Survivor Photo Series, Part Two

The beauty and depth of DayZ lies within player interaction and sometimes we get rewarded with great stories and personalities when we decide not to shoot. With “The Humans of Chernarus”, DUG team member Jari created a photo series captured on DayzUnderground, showing portraits of those who are out there, what they go through to survive and the stories they experienced along the way. All of these characters are real people and their stories tie into real events and group dynamics on DUG. The series was inspired by the iconic “Humans of New York“.

Part two of the series shows us how different the impact of the infection and collapse of society can be on people. Some are able to cope with this new world while others have suffered greatly.

We are survivors, these are our stories

Simon – Gomorrha Casino

There is no such thing as luck, good or bad.

Good luck is a funny thing. It always seems like it belongs to someone else. Bad luck, on the other hand, we all have it. We harbor it to convince ourselves that our problems and misdoings are not our own… I’ve learned one thing during my stay on this shitty Earth. There is no such thing as luck, good or bad. There are only those who are prepared, and those who are not.

MadVlad – Survivor

It’s funny to think that it took the death of humanity for me to feel so alive.

Do I miss it? Hell no, everything is so simple now. No more hellish commutes, bills, demanding clients, job site politics, conforming to the expectations of a society that really just doesn’t give a shit anyways. That’s behind us, what counts now is keeping your wits about you and a steady hand. It’s funny to think that it took the death of humanity for me to feel so alive.

Tommy Valentine – Fire Keepers

There are some parts of me that I’ll never get back.

Not a day goes by that I don’t think about this time of my life. I wake up most nights with a sweat, from the same nightmare that I’ve been havin’ since the Cult ripped the sanity away from me. I talked to fuckin’ trees for god sake. There are some parts of me that I’ll never get back. Parts that made me feel human, parts that made me feel like I was me. Hell, sometimes I feel like the real Tommy Valentine died that night in the quarry.

Beretta – Survivor

It was best that I didn’t need to know why they had to die.

As a Savior of Svetlojarsk, murder was the only art I practiced. I operated within the shadows, tearing asunder the lives of many men. Although they were enemies, they were human beings first and foremost. My assigned role that I ardently desired deceived me into believing I was saving lives all the while taking them. I accepted all of it’s lies. It was best that I didn’t need to know why they had to die. The thought would have disrupted my concentration. But did it have to be our own? Time has passed and our name exists only in memory tainted with betrayal to the North East. Goddamn I wish it would have turned out differently. Here’s to the fallen leaders Shakey, Michael and Jari.

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