Survivors have minimal gear and friendly, at least I think there friendly, or they're friendly because a guy with a pump action shotgun said be friendly. They had nothing more than sweatshirts and brooms, crowbars, shovels, and farming hoes . They seemed to cowardly to rush me. This one man passed out while we where talking, we kept performing CPR to save him, I was thinking of getting on the radio to see if any medical staff could come. but the survivors where already on his body, I told them to stop, "he isn't dead yet" I exclaimed, they didn't care. They where on his body like vultures on a meat wagon.... I let them have their way when I realized it was to late. Minutes later I found this one guy... Found him and he Had this weird look on his face and a certain body movement like he was trying to get in position for something, I assumed he was going to make a move for my gear, as a police officer(now EX thanks to the zombies) you know these things... So I had him take the test. I made him holster his wrench and I began drinking a soda, he pulled the wrench out and tried to rush me. Sadly his face got to meet my 12 gauge buckshot. Poor f**ker it was raining blood and brains for a second. Dammit, why would he do such a thing if he knew he had no chance, crazy bastard. After that I wandered around and helped a few citizens gave them food, water, and tips of gear locations. Told them of the bandits that shot me in Zelenogorsk. They said thanks and wandered off towards balota where bandits where surly waiting for fresh meat. I ran back to the forest north of Electro, and set up my tent. And slept(logged out, had stuff to do IRL)