Got my first player kill last night. I felt so guilty. I was in ANZ 3. I spawned to the right of Electro, near those barns. Made my way up very difficultly thanks to my controls being very screwed up (turns out if you play on a server with an older beta version it screws with your controls). I get to the barns, finding only hatchets and cans. There was also a dead body holding a load of beans. I heard the sound of constant gunshots coming from the city, saw flares casting an eerie glow on buildings and read names of people who have recently been killed pop up rapidly. I don't like Electro or Cherno, I have never entered either and survived. So with apprehension, I crouch ran in the darkness, going building to building gathering whatever I could. The server must have had something against me, if it wasn't empty cans, it was a damn hatchet. I was watching my thirst meter slowly turn red, and as I reached the medical tents it had begun to blink. I became desperate. As I entered my third tent, I heard footsteps nearby. Not those of another shuffling zed, but that of another player. He came bungling down the street, crouched down, hatchet drawn, being as careful as possible. He was like me, another survivor caught in a tough situation and was trying the high risk, high reward route that Electro offered. He crept up to the furthest tent and began going through each one, looking for whatever he needed. My heart was in my throat as I watched him, hidden in the darkness clutching my hatchet, waiting for him to accidentally enter the wrong tent. Yet for some reason he skipped over mine. Maybe he saw me; maybe he was just absent minded in the moment, maybe my luck chips were finally cashing themselves in. At that moment my thirst icon was pure red with a plus sign in the middle, my blood started to drain. I could physically feel my throat become dry and cotton-like, as I do when I am too absorbed in something. I had no choice, my scavenging proved no results. He had to have something, a drop of anything would do. So I crept. He didn't hear my steps from behind. He didn't see the axe raised high. He heard me say "I'm sorry, but I have to axe you this question" He turned to see a chunk of red metal speeding toward him. He hit the ground, face bloodied. His name appeared on my screen notifying his death. He let out a flurry of swear words and threats. My murder count went from 0 to 1. I felt bad, guilty even. What he held though was certainly worth it. A single can of coke and a hatchet, nothing else. I drank it down immediately, shook my head and went off into the night.