I would just embrace the bandit life if I was you. My story is similar so I will spare some of the details, basically I defend my life and because of that I became a bandit. The skin is nothing more then a curse, nobody will trust you, and the borderline bandit survivors who still retain some restraint will shoot you on sight just to PK. It only gets worse from here, because nobody can trust you, you really can't trust anybody (The fact that killing a bandit doesn't make you lose humanity multiples this) I saw 3 people running form a horde of zombies last night, they ran into a building. Being a bandit myself, I try to stay to the woods, but I decided to help these people, one of them died to the zombies... after we had cleared out all the zombies I was still at a unease state and asked if they were friendly and if I could come in the building, one of the guys replied and said "yes, thanks for the help" as soon as I walked in the door I got shot down by the other survivor he had with him, he then immediately said "He was gonna kill you if I didn't shoot him" Its just a sad vicious cycle, I now trust nobody and try to go alone, avoiding almost everybody because I am sick of being killed for nothing other then the skin I wear, today I made my first true kill, I was in a barn at the top and a guy came rushing up the stairs not knowing I was there, I shot him down because the odds are as soon as he saw me he would of done the same.
