After I got shotgunned by a madman (thanks Steve), I decided to take it the hermit way, and chop down half a forest to make space for me and my friends their little cabin. No suvivors encountered since. This is what our safehouse ended up like, man I love being the carpenter. In the end we had a fully sustainable situation, able to farm (thanks for the trowel Deprav), and get water. After my friends left, I got into a conversation with a fellow survivor (Deprav) who was struggling for food near west point, I decided to help him with a bag of supplies. Asked him if it was okay if I dropped the bag off at a certain location (Pizza Whirled in West Point), so I didnt have to give away my safehouse location. He agreed, and upon reaching eachother we both figured out we were not hostile and decided to travel towards my safehouse together. Ten minutes passed and we were standing outside the Pizza Whirled after checking the interior, and suddenly a woman came up charging towards us with her rolling pin out. I got out my pistol as fast as I could and held the woman under gunpoint, forcing her to drop her weapon, and explain herself for charging at us with the rolling pin. She said she was in a panic, and didnt want to lose us in the dark, I thought the story made sense, so I told her it was all okay, and ended up giving her the schoolbag I had on and a few encouraging words to try to help her in her survival. Alot of different things happened but nothing really worth mentioning, just typical stuff in a day of PZ.