We found a body at the bottom of one of the gas towers. We'd had a few skirmishes and lit the area up with three flares. By now all of us were low on supplies, so it was vital we brave the death trap. There was no sign of other players: no gunshots, no flares. With a solid little group, we were more confident, so when we arrived at a small city, gas towers and tall buildings dominating the sky, we ventured in. A cautious alliance formed and he led me to some bandages stored in a nearby building. He looked up and we said hellos, keeping our guns trained on each other. It could be in self-defense, or you might be a killer: the other player will never know. I could see he was looting a zombie and not another player, and that his outfit matched mine: kill enough players and you end up wearing a Babdit outfit. I chose this moment, where he was a bit vulnerable, to approach. He was Gord, and he was standing over a corpse looting it. The flashes resumed every few seconds, and as I approached I kept to the shadows. I'd only been in the game for about an hour, so I let my heart rule my head and sprinted in.
Two things passed through my mind: if I rushed in I could help and make a new friend but if I instead approached cautiously he might be killed and I could loot the corpse. What was that? Then a noise like a twig snapping and another white flash lighting up the nearby buildings.
