Well, I was just finishing up on my first run through the NW airfield. Everything was going according to plan. I was laying low, ducking in between buildings, using my trusty fire-ax on any zed dumb enough to get too close. I had plenty of food, drink, medical supplies, and more ammo for my Mosin than I knew what to do with! Every piece of equipment and clothing save for my assault vest was pristine, and it looked like I was lucky enough to be the first person at the NW airfield since the server reset. Everything was ripe for the taking! Gun parts, spare magazines, my choice of color of boots! A guy never had it so good! I'd had a few friendly encounters with this character, so I was feeling pretty decent. Not much can go wrong now. I consider myself a pretty level-headed guy, and am friendly to a fault. So I'm finishing up on one of the last tents at the military camp, and I hear a voice telling me to not turn around. I responded in voice, telling him I was friendly, explaining my situation to him. He kept asking me to say something, and I again said hello and introduced myself. He then proceeded to shoot me in the head. Hi, my name is Garrett, and today I f*cked up by having my mic muted.
