I play a lot of shooter games and never think twice about killing the bad guys. I mean who does right? So I started playing Dayz for the first time this morning. I had been playing for six hours without finding anyone else. Anyone alive that is. I kept finding trails of dead zombies and most times at the end of those trails dead players. I loot them without thinking twice. Survival of the fittest is whats on my mind. After watching youtube videos and seeing how people seem to always attack on sight, I was constantly keeping my finger on the trigger of the Ak-47 I had found on someone. While keeping my head low around one of the cities I spot someone moving towards me. A zombie I though at first but as I zoomed in I saw a double barrel shotgun in his hands. I dropped to the ground prone position and acquired my target. Oddly enough my adrenaline started pumping and I fired the first shot. A miss. He looked both ways and started jogging towards me. I opened fire again, this time riddling his chest with 7.62 rounds. He fell to the floor crippled, bleeding out and yelling at me. "I'm friendly! Please wait! I'm friendly!" With the adrenaline still rushing through me I fired a couple more shots into him and silence again filled the dead city. I started recollecting what just happened. My attitude went from kill mode to regret. Was he willing to actually help me? Or was he willing to shoot me the moment I turned my back? I started feeling bad about the whole thing. I never though that my first kill on dayz would fill me with doubt and regret... I pictured myself killing assholes that would try to kill me and doing a little virtual victory dance over them. Instead. I feel like shit. That was my first kill on Dayz...