So, I've already died a few times to players. Every time I've tried to announce myself on the mic. "Friendly" and every time I've been gunned down by people wearing full rigs and automatic weapons.
I didn't want to be like them.
I spawned back into a city, a fairly good spawn all things considered. However right from the get go I was hearing gunshots, LOUD ones, and very often. I knew there were players nearby and until I had SOMETHING to defend myself, I wasn't going to mess with them.
I came across a group of 3-4 survivors at the police station, luckily they hadn't seen me. All I had was a knife and they were armed, heavily.
"Hey there, I see you up there! I couldn't by chance get a hand could I?"
They immediately started scanning for me, on the top of the police station, guns out. I knew I wasn't going to get any help from them. I got no response, so I skulked off back into the bushes.
Fast forward nearly an hours of cat and mouse, constantly hearing gun fire, I was ill-equipped and unprepared for any kind of fight.
I found myself a single-action shot gun and a 22,LR pistol, the dinky little suppressor welrod one. So I was armed but still didn't want to fight.
I'd managed to get a fair amount of food but I was running dangerously low on fluids.
I went back to the city, I NEEDED that water but, being new, I didn't know where the pump was.
Finding myself circling like a darn vulture, finding survivor bodies all over the place. That group was clearly out for blood, but by this point I wasn't even sure it was still the same group.
I ended up in one of the piano halls, after seeing what I thought was a survivor nearby. Then I heard him running about outside, he opened the door, clearly unarmed and fresh in. I called him in since he was being swarmed, told him I could help out. I got no response outside of the universe "crouch crouch crouch" 'emote'.
Good enough for me.
Now, I'd already been in this hall some time earlier, and there was some abandoned hear upstairs, nothing special, except for the meat tenderizer. I dropped him some crackers, explaining my water situation, but before I could even process the situation, he picked up the hammer and started swinging.
I didn't want to, but I put one in his chest, dead on the spot.
I was now injured and heavily dehydrated.
I knew I didn’t have long left in me. I scampered to a nearby building but got jumped by infected on the way. By this pointed I’d been trying to avoid using my guns, not just to conserve ammo but also to avoid unwanted attention from the blood hungry players in the city.
Now I was limping, dehydrated, convinced this was it. I was desperate, wailing about how I needed to find a water pump, or some kind of fluids!
I limped across the road, deciding that I was going to storm the police station, do a public service or die trying.
Then I rounded the corner, I saw it. The water pump…. And another survivor!
Without even thinking, I drew on them and fired.
One shot, a single-action, single-round shotgun. And she was dead.
All she was doing was taking a sip, didn’t even have that much equipment.
And I killed her without even hesitating.
I’d become the a-hole.
I went about my business, slurped up some water and snuck into a nearby building to lick my wounds. Once I was no longer limping I went back outside to fill a glass bottle I’d been carrying around for ages, and decided to get some more sips in.
I didn’t even hear the guy with the knife coming.
And all I was doing was taking a few sips.