Life 1: Harsh Realities

Well, here I am...  Somewhere...

I have a flashlight, a battery, and my clothes.  I can see a town by the shore a few hundred meters away.  It seems like a good idea to climb this hill next to the town and look around.  The town is relatively small, maybe a dozen buildings.  There are a few bodies on the ground in the street, but I cant tell if they are people or zombies.  I don't see any movement.

I am really thirsty.  Well, here I go into the town.  Searching a house... nothing.  Another house, nothing.  Looked in a few sheds, but nothing of interest.  Maybe there is something of note on the bodies?  I glance down the street and see some people in the distance.  They look armed, but they are headed in the other direction.  The first body looks a lot like me, with nothing but a flashlight to his name.  I move to check another body in an alley between two buildings.

"Hey, turn around." a voice says.

I turn, and come face to face with the muzzle of an M4.  Behind the tactically equiped M4 is a guy in fatigues with a helmet.  I stand.

"No, I like it better when you were kneeling."  he says "Get back down."

"I am unarmed." I say, as I kneel once more.  I hear a sound a turn to my left to see two other men dressed the same.  I raise my hands to them.

"Hey, look at me" the first man says.  I turn back to see him giving me the finger.  "What do you want from me?' I ask.

The next thing I know, he is punching me once, twice, then a gunshot rings from my left.

I'm dead.

Well, that was interesting.  I knew it was very likely to be killed by other players, but I figured it would be because they thought I was a threat, or they wanted something from me.  I guess some kids just like killing unarmed new spawns.