So I was running across a field with my Lee Enfield and a revolver. Someone opens fire on me but I can't find out where. He just barely misses as I take cover in a barn.
I slowly peeked around and managed to shoot the mother forgeter and killed him.
I took much good gear off of him, including GPS, maps, morphine injectors, some food and water, blood packs, bandages and his M4A1 with two mags.
It was the first time I ever got a rifle that wasn't a Lee Enfied or shotgun.
Then five minutes later someone comes strolling up and brutally shoots me fifty times until I die.