ExplorationKingVyse

It was about 4 in the morning. I was doing sweeps of med-high value buildings under the coat of darkness. My friends were kind enough to outfit me with an extra pair of nvgs they had lying around. I had done this sweep only once before. Even though it was still night I knew that this task was incredibly dangerous as many seemed to have the same idea as I. The plans were always simple ones. Check the surroundings for any others then go in and out before anyone stumbles upon my operation. I told myself not to fire a single shot unless absolutely necessary. Any compromisation of my position could be deadly to say the least. There were already two close encounters before this particular one. One inside a supermarket where just as I was leaving through the back I saw a door on the other side open. Luckily he didn't see me and I high-tailed it outta there. A fight is a risk of death and until I got all my goods back to my groups camp, death is most certainly not an option. Especially with loaned nvgs. Another was near a med value barn. I had heard gunshots not to far off and out a door I saw two zombies drop. Again I escaped with what valuables I could find and headed to the final destination before turning back. The northwest airfield. On the way I stopped by a dear stand to check for supplies just outside and saw a man run nearby with two zombies tailing him. He stopped to take one out and then continued sprinting in the general direction I was heading. He didn't seem to have anything on him but I tailed him a little bit before losing him in the foliage. I didn't think he would run into the base so I continued towards my main target, the barracks. I made sure that I did not move into the line of sight of the tower that overlooks the area and slipped behind the barracks. My heart is racing because when I enter the airfield I knew that if I'm to run into someone hostile. It would be here. It has happened before and I got out by the skin of my teeth, accidentally leaving behind raw meat probably alerting them of my past presence but it did not compare to what happened on this night. I had entered the facility constantly looking around for even the slightest hint of movement that wasn't a zombie. I made sure to listen for even the faintest sound of a humans footsteps and god forbid the sound of a gunshot. I got to the entrance of the barracks and something caught me for surprise. The door was not open. I thought there was no way someone wasn't there before. I didn't think too much on it but I opened the door anyway with my heart beating ever faster. The door swings open and I saw what I feared the most. I saw a man, crouched, looking directly at me. He had frozen mid-step as he saw me at the door a man with night-vision googles, camo, and AK at the ready. Time stood still. He may have been a model, a character without the ability to express emotion but I could see the fear in his eyes. The sheer terror that washed over his face. I could see him shitting his pants at the very sight of me. And likewise I'm certain he saw the same of me. It only took a split second and then I noticed light, I instantly started firing in self-defense. I'm blinded as my AK-74's muzzle flash over loads my goggles. Then after that burst I duck to the side of the building for cover, as well as to check for damage which I neglected to pay attention to during the heat of the moment. I look at my blood icon. I'm not bleeding. I look at the status effects. Nothing. I look at my total blood. 12k. I was unscathed. Then I notice something pop up on the bottom left of my screen. TreviParasite has been killed. I peer back inside the doorway. I saw a man slumped over. It was this very same man that I looked dead in the eyes not 2 seconds ago. He had only moved one step. One step to his right towards the cover of a former soldier's room. He didn't make it. I now looked at the top-right corner of my screen. One thing caught my eye. Murders: 1. My first human kill. I had instantly justified that point as a kill or be killed situation so I moved over to quickly check his body for supplies before making off before someone might come and investigate. Heart pounding furiously. As I sifted through all he had I realized one glaring fact. He had no handgun. The light I saw was that of a flashlight which I mistook for a gunshot that I didn't hear the sound of because I could only hear my own. Regrets started flowing into my adrenaline pumped brain. Heart still beating wildly in my chest. Immediately I run the scenario through my head. The only thing I saw before I started shooting was his frozen body. No attempts to switching to his primary weapon. Which I was delighted and horrified to find was a DMR. A DMR with exactly one full clip. Judging by this I instantly surmized that he most like just got it within the building because some of the areas but not all were already cleaned out. He probably was full of excitement before the fated moment. Uncertainty followed suit of my regrets upon seeing that DMR. As happy as I was to see it resting with his body I knew that if he had that powerful gun out before I started my terror-filled bloodbath. Then the tables would have been reversed. I was now unsure whether or not he had the intent to kill me. The intent that filled me the moment I saw opposition. I continued going through his stuff and now the gun that makes me so uneasy now rests within my ALICE backpack. The backpack that used to be his. A backpack that was initially filled to the brim with canned food, medical supplies, and a tent. I pray I never have to use that gun. If I do I hope to be doing it for something more black and white. After a quick sweep of the area for more stuff, I stopped by his body and even though I knew he wouldn't hear it, I gave him a quick apology through direct communication before setting off for the tower. I learned a little about myself that night. The fact that if put in a life or death situation. I will not hesitate. I learned that even though I had no problem killing someone if it truly was a kill or be killed moment but I cannot rest easy if there was a sneaking suspicion that it wasn't the case. I cannot feel good about killing a man in possibly cold blood. I do not know how things could have turned out if he merely was about to communicate. However, I do know this: TreviParasite was probably doing the exact same thing I was. Sweeping for supplies.