It was a dry dark night, as my friend and I were travelling from kambi to electro. We were sharing stories of women and mead when we suddenly heard zombies attacking someone in the near distance. We get closer, unsure as to what we will see. Closer.. closer and I spot a zombie attacking a fresh spawn, and the man with all his heart and soul boxing the zombie, trying to survive. I tell my friend to hang back as I pull out my m4 equipped with an ACOG scope. I aim at the head of the player, line up my sights, and THEN BOOOM i quickly switch to the zombie and 1 shot the zombie in the face. We approach the player whom which we had just saved. I immediatly begin to bandage the wounded man, feed him some drink and food. My partner and I, feeling good about saving the man , say a few nice things before we decide to depart. As we start to leave, the man takes his flashlight out, and begins to follow us, shining his light on us. We did not want to be spotted on the way to electro, so we asked the man to please stop, turn his light off and go back the other way... He does not. He continues to follow us around shining the flashlight on us, despite multiple warnings. I gave the man 3 "one last warnings" , felt my blood begin to boil, and my senses heightened. I feel the cold black steel of the gun against my face as I line up the sights. One last warning issued.. ignored. I grip the gun tightly, fire 4-5 shots from the mans torso up towards his neck and face area. This man.. that we had saved.. and tried to help, has now been executed, and put to sleep due to his own irresponsible actions. I approached his body, ready to bury the man.. Noticed he had my favorite brand of Canned beans. Ate it, threw the can on his body, and left for electro.. Moral of the story, a dumbass fresh spawn is sometimes worth a tin of food :D