Here's a DayZ story.
I was in Svetlojarsk one day, searching the hospital. As I peeked out the window, I noticed a silhouetted figure in the fleeting light of day. I stuck up my gun and demanded he put his hands up. He did not comply, and ended up running. I ran after him, and after getting into an open field, I legged him with my magnum. After falling to the ground, he attempted to crawl away. I walked up to him, and stopped him.
He wasn't a bambi. Far from it, in fact. He was fully geared, with a Mosin loaded with ammo. He could have killed me if he wanted. I questioned him why he just didn't shoot me, when I found out that he didn't speak a lick of English. He was French, and judging by his tone, he was begging to be set free.
I felt guilty, but didn't have the medical supplies to heal his leg (got into an earlier firefight, ran off, and healed myself using the last of my bandages and morphine). I apologized the best I could (I know minimal French), and handcuffed him. I stood him up, and shot him with my M4 in the back of the head. Hoping he would spawn nearby to get his gear back, I left his body and gear behind, ensuring everything except his helmet was in the condition he left it before running off.
I'm just the worst type of person.
I also blew up Megaton.