A lone survivor looking out for the little guy as often as I can. I have survived without the aid of anybody else; sticking to the shadows, tree lines and avoiding detection have been my primary focuses. Having had military and survival training has helped me in paying as much attention to my surroundings as possible.

So far, I have only killed only one other survivor, and that was only because he unloaded his M-4 on my torso at close range. I warned him that I didn't want to shoot him or take his things, but apparently my word wasn't enough, and his cowardice overpowered his common sense. If I wanted his stuff, he never would have heard my voice to begin with. He would have just died.

I may have died then, but his gear was likely ruined as a consequence. A full SKS clip to the head and chest from 20 to 30 feet would reduce any person to pulp, and it likely did. I never go back to recover my body, regardless of how valuable the gear may be to me at the time. Avoiding killing fellow survivors is my first priority, with my own survival as well as anyone with me being the first priority's twin.

The Zombies are large, bumbling children compared to us survivors, and I end their lives only when I have no other choice... they are shuffling carrion birds without wings, and mean us no harm. They're just hungry, and too stupid to identify a firearm when they see it.

There are always more weapons, equipment and supplies out there, people... suck it up and get your own gear. Your lack of respect and your gradual descent into the easy path of the Highwayman will end you more quickly than showing a little kindness and consideration to your fellow survivors ever will. A can of tuna and a soda, as well as your secondary sidearm that you never use and some extra ammo does more to wipe out packs of bandits than anything violent and degrading ever could.

Such acts give people hope, and in the aftermath of the Zombies rising, that's more important than all the bullets in the world. Hope inspires people to be the best that they can be, and not be a short-sided, predatory prick who's only out for him/herself.

And if I see you victimizing a fellow survivor in my travels, you will live (rather shortly) to regret it. Your numbers don't matter, your gear and weapons could all be pristine and glistening in the sun, but my Fireaxe will cleave your skull just as well as they do the Zombies...

The only difference being that the Zombies have no minds to make the choice to not feed on us.

You do...