To [S-Inc] Mr. White on US50 Seattle

It was a stroke of luck, good sir, that we crossed paths less than an hour ago on sniper hill near the military tents. You see, two nights ago I was playing on a completely different server running up towards the hill when the heat in my apartment became too much for my poor little laptop. 105° in the Midwest is just more than my AC unit can handle. My computer overheated and shut down on me, leaving me logged off in that fortuitous spot.

After failing to connect to all of my usual servers because of the newest patch issues I hit up Reddit and saw Swifty's post about how US 50 was back online and working and while I normally can't stand 1st person servers I was begging for some Zombie slaying so decided to give it a go. I logged on, and my cross hairs instantly showed your nameplate less than 50m from where I was.

I hit the ground, a bit panicked if we're going to be honest. I've never killed a man in cold blood. And doing so after accidentally spawning in behind them just felt so dirty... but it was night time and I've never had a pair of NVG's... and you're one of the big shots on this server so your clan tag would imply, surely you have a pair! What to do what to do. But then you made the decision for me. You logged out to the loading screen, and I was both heart broken and relieved oddly enough. I wouldn't have to be that guy, and that made me feel pretty good! I decided to crawl up under a bush and watch the player window a bit to see if you'd log back in.

Let me just stop here and say that I don't think you logged out to avoid me. I don't think you had a clue I was there though I could be wrong. Maybe you needed to hit the head or something I have no idea, but I'm not calling you a dirty disconnecting jerk or anything. Honest.

Then you logged back in and I had you in my sights again! After another few seconds of panic I had talked myself out of taking the shot, i just couldn't bring myself to do it. I'm not a bandit damn it, I'm a survivor. I'm the guy who walks into a building where someone is being mauled by Zeds, shoot the zambies dead, and bandages the poor noob, offering him my spare side arm if he needs it. I just couldn't justify the shot.

Until... BANG BANG BANG! "Mr. White has been killed"

Someone else was watching you too it seemed. Someone who didn't share my bubbly feelings towards humanity. Someone who then moved up to loot your corpse, and stood square in my cross hairs and started looting your body.

I may not be able to another survivor, but I'll sure as shit shoot a dirty bandit, and that I did.

3 bullets from my rifle and he was gone. I didn't bother checking his name, he doesn't deserve any eulogy or mention really. He's better off respawning on the coast, empty handed and alone with some aspirin and a flashlight.

I was rewarded with my first bandit kill, and all the spoils of both corpses. No NVG's, but I did get my first DMR, and I hope you don't mind but I too your Alice pack and stuffed your FN Fal in it.

I'm sorry you had to go the way you did, but know that you were avenged. I hope you're doing well in your new life, I'll use your gear well - scouts honor.