My first kill, only kill realy, was quite the rush. Me and two guys I know were moving along twards the north, trying to find some good gear. One of us had been lucky and he had a silenced M4 and a ghilie, I only had an Enfield and a Mac and the other guy had a Mac and a set of binoculars. We saw a guy from the hill we just toped out on in the distance and left the guy with the binos to keep overwatch on him while me and the other guy set to work. We lost sight of him in some biuldings he was looting at first but then found him again as he was heading back to this ATV he had parked next to a bush. We hit him as he was deposting his findings from the town in storage there. As soon as I let go with the Enfield it was game on and he returned with an M16 that we had managed not to see he had. I rushed forward and pulled my little pistol and let loose on him while my buddy kept him busie with his M4. His aim was better than mine, or I misjudged the effective range on the Mac, hell I might have just been unlucky, and the next thing I know I am down. He must have fallen shortly after me becaouse, while my friend was clearing the area of zed and puting me back together the mesage came across that the other guy, our target, had died and I was credited with one kill. The only way we knew it was him that died was we had figured out his name as he spouted some kind of vitriol at, or rather about us, and how we had fucked up his day. In the end we came out of the fight fairly well. His ATV, ours now I guess, turned out to be broken. Don't know if it was broke befor or during the fire fight, he was trying to use it for cover you see. But there was some nice gear tucked away in there. I came out of it with a new M16, only droped once, a map and a new pistol to replace my ineffective Mac. Kind of felt bad for the guy though.He never stood a chance. We probly could have robbed him, I guess, and left him alive. I guess there is always next time.