He’s running up the road, right past me, seemingly without seeing me. I call out. I wave. I ask how he’s doing. He stops and slowly turns to face me. He raises his fists.
"It’s okay," I say. "I’m not going mess with you or anything."
He runs up and swings his fists, missing. I begin backing away.
"Please don’t," I say. "It’s okay."
He keeps running at me, swinging his fists. I continue backpedaling, and bring out my revolver.
"Don’t," I say. Please stop."
He says nothing. He doesn’t stop. I fire one shot.
I look down the road in both directions. No one else is around. I don’t bother looting him. I suspect he doesn’t have much. I look at him for a while, then leave.
It’s the first time I’ve ever killed another player. As I reach the treeline, it begins to rain.