I keep watching. Wait...a body! A player body. “Get the hell out of there, come to Vybor now,” one of my teammates Mumbles. They're getting nervous; they know Stary Sobor is usually really active. But there's a car, too. Does it work? Did the Uzi-packing girl drive it there? Did she kill this other player? I make a mental note, but decide it's too dangerous to run in alone and risk everything just for a chance to jiggle the handle of some diesel artifact. I keep hiking northwest.