Heterosethual, day 1:
I was sniped right outside of the supermarket in Chernogorsk, unarmed and without a pack, I passed out for what seemed like forever.
When I was able to bandage myself I had 500 blood left and was just looking for a reason to die. I ran into someone in the market who initially trusted me as much as anyone can trust another guy in this game, but after explaining how little blood I had, he must have decided to spare my life and bandage me instead. Now this is where things get happy, and goddamn awesome.
Me and my new friend travel to the church and upon seeing then church I pass out and nap for a few seconds. I never expected charity, or even a bandage from someone I never met, but this man even gave me a blood transfusion so I could live on. We travel back to the market, and find a guy hiding in the corner of a room in a house. He speaks English, the person I was with must have been French but I finally ran into someone I could understand!
We now had a three person group, two unarmed and the French militant ready to kill all zombies. We walk the few paces back to the market and, holy shit, there are more people here! We must have had 5 people in this group by now and we are gathering supplies. Running to the hospital, Frenchies shooting zombies, and me learning more about the unarmed man we ran into.
He was a Canadian just like I am, he tells me of how he is from BC. I am from Alberta I exclaim, telling him of how I visited BC just on the weekend. We are all cool and the French find another of their friends and we go to the military tents to claim some guns. I couldn't find one, but BC (as he is now called), found one handgun. We gather up and count our bodies, we got six, so we are ready to go back to the fire station now.
On the way there, one of the French take a bullet and everyone rushes to help him out. We had no clue where this shot came from, and meanwhile BC was hanging back asking which one I was.
"Well I am the one with the camo backpack! Impossible to miss!"
"Okay just checking," BC said.
By now he calls me Alberta, and we both agree that the others are French as you can get. We make it down the road and I finally see the fire station. Me and BC are talking very little at this point, and then one of the French gets takes a shot to the head and drops dead. Everyone gathered around him and I took his Lee for protection from whatever was attacking us now. Three more shots. Three more dead. BC was shooting everyone in the head except for me.
Why? Because I'm from Canada too?
The last survivor runs off, BC chasing him as he calls for me to "Help out". I just stand in a field with 4 bodies lying around, feeling bad for these poor, helpful people. BC gets the last guy, and comes back.
By now I am forced to loot just for my own good. The French had nearly anything you could want - they have been playing for a while, and some asshole from BC popped them all in the head because he could. There was nothing I could do, as BC left he said "Nice meeting you Alberta".
Yeah, I suppose it was nice for a while. It was nice I didn't die. It's not fair that four soldiers lost their lives helping and doing what's right. I am not a bandit. My faith in this game is now restored, and in some ways, ripped apart.
I am now in Chernogorsk with 12000 blood, and looking for a reason to die.