My first kill was an odd one. I was sick and close to death, i can across another survivor and asked him if he would kill me. Then he said "sure" and blew my knee caps away, but i wasn't bleeding (although i had broken legs). Not being able to move i asked him to put me out of my misery and finish the job, he laugh and said no and started to circle me. I stood on the spot (legs broken) whipped my baseball bat out and started swinging managed to clip him on the head. He passed out i took his gun and Pants (i had to humiliate him) and told him to kill me or I'd kill him. He refused I took his head off his shoulders and then realised in his lifeless body was the instruments for my recovery. I patched myself up and lived happily ever after (until i fell off a 6ft roof and died...)