Well, after finally being able to connect to a server I started on my journey. After floundering around on the seacoast, I took refuge in a little shack/guard post. I was running out of food and water already, luckily for me I found some Sardines. I was getting ready to start off to RV with Siker, when he spotted a contact nearby. Me being the N00b I am, had no idea whether it was a friend or foe. I thought he had spotted me, and I took no chances. One empty Makarov magazine later, lay the body of a survivor at the foot a ladder. Unfortunately for me the body had glitched, rendering the items unretrievable. I quickly made a bee-line to Siker's overwatch position and met up with him. Then we started a hike North... Although now I am dressed like a Taliban fighter, I am not ashamed for my rash actions towards the Survivor, and I hope soon I can RV with the rest of my TG bretheren.
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