My first encounter went like this. I hadn't been playing long when it happened. I was looting some unknown inland town on a daylight server when I see another survivor run down the street towards me. He didn't appear to have a weapon and he was yelling for help. As he got closer I could see that he was being chased by a zombie! Seeing as I had a fireman's Axe, I decided to save him. I told the survivor to get behind me as he approached, and I sank my axe into the zombie's skull! The man thanked me and asked if I had any bandages and food. As I was going through my inventory to assist my new friend, I saw the man put his fists up and begin punching me wildly! I was overwhelmed by emotions and adreneline instantly and reacted by whipping out my axe again and chasing down this traitor, slashing and hacking as I went. Just before the death blow, I asked the man why he had betrayed me after I saved his life, his response was very DayZ; "It's kill or be killed!". From then on I have been a paranoid SOB when it comes to interaction with others. I can trust no one, and everyone is a threat to me no matter your dress, actions or words. I am the Sasquatch of the NW!