I feel bad about this one, but... I was running inland as fast as I could because I had just looted Elektro and found a hatchet and a Makarov. Hatchet in hand, I came across an open building as usual, and the first survivor I had saw came running out, as if he was afraid that I would kill him. I wouldn't because I usually take pity on those who have no weapons. I only wanted to give him some bandages or some painkillers and then we'd go our separate ways. As I'm in pursuit of him, suddenly a random survivor comes busting out of the woods with a double barrel shotgun in his hands. I naturally feel threatened, but I go along with him to a nearby barn. Since he had some things that I needed to survive, my mind was telling me to kill him, take his stuff, and run. I allow him to clear out the zombies in the barn, as well as the ones who come running due to his loud shotgun. I find a crossbow, which I intended to kill him with to not alert any other zombies, but it had no bolts. Him and I loot the building, and he leads me to another double barreled shotgun. As I draw nearer and nearer to killing him, my heart starts pounding. Scenarios run through my head such as "What if I miss?", "What if he doesn't have anything I need?", "What if I just killed him for nothing?". I decide to do what I think is right. I shoot him square between the eyes, twice. As he lays unresponsive, I give him some tips and tell him I was sorry, but I needed food and water. As he wakes up, he reloads his gun, and luckily I noticed what he was doing before he killed me. I whipped out my makarov and put an entire clip into him. I told him sorry again, but I knew that I had done what most dared not to do... I killed an innocent person.