It was my second life, as the first one was wasted running from zeds outside of Cherno. Keep in mind this was before I really got a feel for the map's layout. I had been running through the forest for a while, trying to find a small town or something to stay in, since I had been injured earlier and had lost a bit of blood. I came upon what looked to be a small industrial site consisting of an incomplete three-story concrete building, and a small shack next to it. I took shelter in it, because it was pitch black outside, and I was hoping to find a decent weapon to replace my hatchet. Luckily for me, I found a Remington 870 on the ground floor, and a couple stacks of shells a floor above. Settling in for the night, I went up to the third floor (one beneath the rooftop) and ate a meal of canned beans and Coca-Cola. Maybe about 30 minutes after getting comfortable, I heard the crunch of gravel on one of the lower levels. I took up my shotgun, thinking a zombie had wandered in. My senses were on high alert as I made my way down to where I heard the sound, and brought my shotgun up to my shoulder. The sound was getting louder as I wandered down a hallway, and it occurred to me how it sounded like someone was searching the building, scavenging for items like I did just half an hour earlier. I turned the corner into a doorway leading into one of the building's larger rooms, and ran headlong into something covered in grass and leaves. I think I scared the guy as much as he scared me, because when we ran into each other, he opened up with his rifle as I backed away. He hit me once, and I was bleeding, so I ran. The whole time, my character was freaking out due to him running really low on blood, which didn't make me feel any better while I tried finding a hidden spot to get patched up. I found a spot, and started throwing bandages on, hoping to stave off the bleeding until I found a blood pack. The guy I ran into moments earlier found me, and it was my turn to freak out. Despite seeing the muzzle flash, I didn't hear the rifle fire over my desperate yells of "FRIENDLY! I'M FRIENDLY!!" The last thing I saw was the guy approaching my body cautiously, to see if what he had done was worth it.