Didzhey

I was once running across a field being chased by zombies(like usual) when all of the sudden I heard a crack as a bullet whizzed past my head. I thought to myself "This is it, another death to a faceless opponent that is probably a kilometer away". I then proceeded to look behind me to see that there was one less zombie chasing me. I heard another crack and the last zombie fell. I never saw or met the guy that helped me out, but it is probably for the best. Ever since then I have tried to help others safely when I can.