I attempted to view the link @KingBlood860 gave but it didn't work for me. However, I found the video of my death on his account, https://www.twitch.tv/videos/671934758. My death occurs at 1:23:20, I hope this helps.
Server and location: S1 Chernarus, at Olsha
Approximate time and date of the incident (SERVER TIME): 07/06/20, 22:10
Your in game name: Marshall Ford
Names of allies involved: N/A
Name of suspect/s: N/A
Friendly/Enemy vehicles involved (if any): N/A
Additional evidence? (video/screenshot): N/A, just a you are dead screen.
Detailed description of the events: I had been in Olsha for a little over a half hour at the time of death, and all I had been doing was talking with some towns folk and people passing through. It was general small talk, nothing of any real significance, and it wasn't with anyone who I had met before. After a bit of talk, I and Damek Novaki for fun had a small agreed upon fist fight in the street just for our own and some bystander's entertainment. It was shortly after this, whilst continuing some general small talk with people around the well in town that I had been shot in the head for seemingly no reason. I wasn't initiated on, nor had I initiated on anyone in the past hours; so from what I'm aware of there was no kill rights on me. I only happened to catch Damek's name, but there were multiple standing around that could help elaborate on the situation possibly. Lastly, before being prompted with the death screen, I had heard the shot come from a little ways off. I suspect that it was just on the hill roughly northwest of the town, but I'm not sure exactly where I was shot from. I don't know who specifically shot me.
Marshall Ford, prior to the outbreak, worked as an international aid worker for a lesser known humanitarian aid organization. This choice in career and events that had transpired from January to May lead Marshall to being confined within the South Zagoria region, trying to provide aid whilst simultaneously looking out for himself. Once society in the region finally collapsed, he sought out ways to sustain himself and ensure his survival. As things grew grimmer, Marshall began to worry more about himself, keeping his circle of acquaintances small and his sympathy reserved for those who were close friends with him.