I was just beginning a scav run yesterday when I heard footsteps running toward me. I spun around, crouched and around the corner came someone weapon pointed at me. "Not Today!!" I shouted and unloaded on him. It took quite a few shots to bring him down, but he never fired back. He finally crumpled, whimpering "Zachem tovarisch?". I had murdered a fellow scav. It felt horrible.
But I didn't have time to reflect. More Russian shouting and shots were being fired toward me. I ran. And ran. I fell exhausted cowering in a bush, listening for more shouting or footsteps, but it was clear. I peeked around, trying to figure out where the hell I was. Checked my exfil assignments, preparing for a long gruel across the map. But, as fate would have it, the nearest exfil was less than half a click away. Made my way safely there and shamefacedly left. No loot.
But, the gun I had spawned in with was a FAL! I have named it "Ivan", in memory of its first undeserving victim. Godspeed, comrade Ivan, I am so sorry.
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