It's day 7, we've been surviving out in the wilderness in the small town of Krasnostav for days now. A few of us managed to gather up some supplies and ammo from a local grocery store while the remaining members were able to gather meat from a nearby cow at the NE airfield. Scared and not quite sure where to go next, Murphy and I set out west to see what remaines of Devil's Castle. The rest of the members are too tired or scared to continue on, so they've made camp in the woods near Krasnotav. Before we set out, we hit the airfield one more time. Luck is on our side today, We find a Sniper Rifle and a Coyote pack. This should give us plenty of room for whatever we find at Devil's Castle. As Murphy and I make our way west we hit several small towns and farm houses. There are no survivors. Only the mindless horde. We can hear their groans as we hunker down in the barn waiting for them to pass by. Our plan is to hit a nearby woods to steer clear of any main towns or roads. If we're lucky, maybe we'll find a deer stand or two with some supplies, perhaps a rifle. We found a nearby deer stand, sadly there was nothing in it. Either someone emptied it before we got here, or it's been abandoned for some time now. We continue on to Devil's Castle. It's just over yonder, up the hill, so far, there are no signs of life. Devil's Castle turned out to be another dead end-more mindless zomibes and very few supplies. Murphy and I make a quick call that we are going to press on, despite our groups request, to the NW airfield. There have been rumors that bandits have taken up that area, but if we're going to find better gear, this is the place to go. We head SW towards the field hiding in the tree line in hopes that no bandits spot us. We've devised a plan that I will stay back and provide lookout using the Rifle while Murphy enters the base. It's 2:15pm. Murphy's ransack on the Barracks at the NW airfield turned out to be for naught. Knowing that we risk a great deal, we head in further. I have taken up a spot in the fire station. Here I have a great view of most of the airfield. I can see if any bandits are on the field or nearby. I'm tired and hungry, We haven't eaten since morning and my stomach is starting to growl. As I keep watch on Murphy, I notice the Barracks door is opening and closing. Could someone be in there? Is this a sign for help? Or are bandits messing with us? As I focus my sniper rifle more, I see that my eyes are playing tricks on me. It must be a reflection from the scope that makes it appear that the door is open or closed depending on how I hold the rifle. Fearing that I may not be providing the best cover, I reach into my pack and pull out some beans and a canteen. As I finish, I double check Murphy's position-he's at the last hangar, but luck is with him this time. He finds an M16 with some ammo. Wait...I....feel.... <BANG!> His name is Mike... i'm not sure where he came from or how he got up here on the 3rd floor lookout. As I reach out and close his eyes, it's clear that he has been scavenging for a while, like us. I don't know why I shot. Maybe it was my own selfishness not wanting to lose what our group has worked so hard to achieve. Have things degenerated into such a state of chaos that we're now killing anyone who even looks like a threat? I feel a knot developing in the pit of my stomach. We made it back to the woods outside of the airfield. I had to take out a few of the infected on the way out who heard my sniper shot, so Murphy and I have decided that it's best to leave before bandits show up. As we head out, I feel a sudden surge of guilt. Murphy keeps telling me I did what I had to. This is how we survive... To Mike...I am sorry, I hope you understand, it was nothing personal...