So I met up with a friend at a heli crash...

I had just gotten off work yesterday morning and got online for a bit to check if my squad's tents were still intact only to find that they indeed were not. So I decided to stay on and loot some deer stands in an attempt to cut our losses. My friend logs on shortly after to do the same and ends up finding a heli crash not long after logging in. I told him that I'd meet him there to help carry the loot (2 Bison SDs and a total of 6 mags!).

Skip ahead a bit, I end up low crawling up to the heli site and tell my friend over Skype that I see him. As I crawl up behind him, he keeps telling me he doesn't see me. I get right next to his feet as he is still looking around the site for loot and say, "How do you not see me?! I am right at your feet!" His response: "Dude, you are not at my feet! That's not me!" After a moment of silence and me still crawling in circles around the feet of a guy the seemed pretty confused as to what was going on (he was crouch-walking away from me and I kept crawling up to his feet and gnawing on his ankles), the guy begins opening fire on me with his Makarov. "OH shit! He's firing at me!" My immediate response: roll in circles around his feet. I'm an idiot. Luckily he unloaded a full mag and only got a few body shots taking me down to 5k blood before he had to reload. Finally, my head clear as to what just happened and what I needed to do, I look up at his face and unload a single shot from my FN FAL into his center of mass; he dropped and I ran the hell away to escape the millions of zombies he just aggro'd. This entire time, I had been tieing the shoes of some random guy with a Makarov and starter pack knowing that my friend hasn't used a Makarov in forever and certainly does not have a starter pack anymore. Fun times, don't play while tired my friends.

tl;dr: it wasn't my friend