Finally died today on my current life (20 hours, just shy of 300 zombies killed) - we went to the airfield with a group of friends, and everything was going well until the very end where a series of mistakes snowballed, and then got taken advantage of by other players. 2 out of 6 of us didn't make it out, and the raid turned out to be more or less a total waste. Technically I should've lived after this, because I was out of the airfield and out of ammo, where I should've just kept my head down for a bit, but I had to go back to save my friends who were still stuck in the perimeter. As I tried to guide them off the field, zombies and a pair of other players crashed our rescue effort and shot me. Before I died, I lobbed my last grenade at the players that got me - didn't kill them, but I think it wounded them and attracted a lot of zombies on their heads. According to my friends, they later found them dead. The remaining 3 of my group made it out of there successfully and patched each other up.
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