The Dark Zone is one of the best multiplayer experiences I've had in a long time. I've sunk many hours into it already and I have loved every second of it. Yesterday me and three other friends were rampaging through the Dark Zone, slaughtering hapless solo players after chasing them to the ends of the earth like a pack of hounds. Of course we triggered a Manhunt and let me tell you, that shit was [i]intense[/i]. You haven't really experienced the Dark Zone until you and your friends become wanted criminals and you literally have 8-11 guys all chasing you down across the Dark Zone. Now, we had lost them temporarily and one of our friends had a Dark Zone key he wanted to use on a chest we were beside. As he opened and looted it our pursuers caught up. The chest was at the end of a short alleyway, no bends but (thankfully) some tree beds to use as cover. We were tossing every type of grenade wildly, juggling jammer pulses to stop them from getting pulse boosts on us, blind firing, etcetera etcetera. We were cornered, and we still had four minutes to go. All of a sudden, one of my friends started yelling incoherently and went down. All of us looked behind us to see the group of Elite Cleaners (led by a huge named yellow bar with a flamethrower). [i]A.I enemies had spawned behind us to guard the chest.[/i] We were between a rock and a hard place. We barely managed to kill them, but in the process two of us went down and were killed. Being bum rushed by six people with shotguns is not something you forget easily. The moral of the story? Run. Just run.