#1 - Thanks, buddy
You found me on my back in the pub of Kamyshovo. I was barely alive, almost out of blood, my health critical. Always drifting in and out of consciousness, not even long enough awake to open up the can of Spaghetti one of the infected dropped when they followed me in the pub. I was in no condition to fight in the first place - someone knocked me over the head at the Water Pump while I was weakened from some bacterial infection. When I came to me, I tried to talk to him, but got shot with my own pistol instead. While he did patch me up, he left me lying in the fields, infected being drawn by the noise of the shot. I limped into the next building as fast as I could and almost didn't manage to lock myself in and patch me up in time. A pistol was lying next to me, what luck! I chambered the one bullet I had on my by pure chance, but then darkness closed in on me. My heartbeat grew louder, drowning the moans of infected all-around me.
And suddenly it stopped.
Not my heart. The moaning. The next thing I knew was something slimy, sliding down my throat. And then I saw your face. Your beautiful hook-nosed face. Stuffing my face with the spaghettis and even an apple. You saved my life, buddy. Not that it mattered, now that I'm dead anways. But thanks for that kindness. Keep my pistol, you need it more than I. Take care man, take care.