My first game I still remember… Going happily down into the basement of the shelter, getting some random gear, being super happy about my emergency blanker, chatting with the NPC… who promptly ran outside and started fighting a zombie. I ran out too, to help, then after that was dead I think he chased a squirrel. Either way I was pretty upset and gave up on him, then started making my knife spear. Once that was done I headed for the nearest grocery store, ran into 5 zombies, got surrounded and died. The next two dozen times I only left the shelter at night, closed up all the curtains and eventually gave up on NPCs after two crashes and an active mininuke incident. I panicked when I saw it and traded for it like a noob. I thought I could save us if I could just run/throw it far enough (I couldn’t).