Well... I was playing in a well-populated server, tooling around cherno as a *nearly* fresh spawn... I knew there were bandits just about everywhere, judging by the smattering of corpses in the square... I made my way, half "edging" and half sprinting to the Fire Station to find myself a better piece than this Makarov... cautious of the tents/wire spammed in the station, (alas, empty), I made my way up the stairs... I dropped my trusty hatchet for an AK-74, and made my way to the tents. On my way there, I hear voices of Direct and bursts from an AK, and the occasionally "snap" of an As-50 bullet cruising by. I gathered some blood bags and some morphine as well as an ALICE Pack, and another Makarov, which I placed with a few mags in the pack, as I planned for new-spawn friends to join. I made my way to a Cafe' in the centre, keeping my weapon lowered, hoping for diplomacy in such a war-torn area, when I hear someone moving about upstairs. "I'm downstairs, armed, and friendly", I say, making sure to enunciate... even now I felt like a 7.62 couldn't stop a Zed... "Friendly" they say over Chat; "Need blood"... So I did what any good Samaritan would do... I went up, noting that he was unarmed, and was most likely nicked from from cross-fire or one of the infamous "One-Hit Bleeder" Zeds. I patch him up, blood 'im, and tell him to follow me, and stay close. Low and thus far incognito, we move in line outside, I stop to survey the area, I notice 2 things. 1.) A fresh dead body outside the cafe' and 2.) No Zeds. That being the case, I quickly, and thankfully accurately deduced that the perpetrator drew off the Zeds with the fire while nailing that bandit. "Score one for Karma" I note to myself. Snapping out of my "Must check every facet of the environment" daze, I told the guy over direct: "Listen carefully, reach in my pack, take the Makarov, don't shoot unless they're looking at us"- He begins opening my backpack as I raise my weapon, now regretting my decision to do this in the open. Third person mode saved my ass as I hear the oh-so familiar "Pop" of the Makarov... as the 9mm cartridge explodes behind my head... three or four times... my memory isn't so good after this.. The guy who's ass I just saved and armed was killing me unsuccessfully, cursing to myself, I swung around, firing my AK full-auto as I went, maybe 6 missing en route, and the remaining 24 sinking into his torso, blood gushing, he goes down. "Fuck" I swear at him, knowing he can hear me, "Asshole". I bandage myself up... shaking from shock and pain... and shock as realization creeps in... my precious 3000 Humanity now read -700, and my murders, for the first time read "1". I realize I shouldn't have been so trusting... but what kind of dumbass pulls that shit on a guy who outguns you, and just risked his ass to save you. So guy who's name I cannot remember, nor which server, if you *happen* to be reading this by some comical fate I only have one thing to say. Fuck. You.