From the first sign of relatively fresh remains, Dylan scouted back a crater, and popped himself onto the edge of the crater once he reached it. He didn't see the gaping burn through the corpse's skull, just fresh remains. And fresh remains mean nearby predators. By the time he reached the lip of the crater, he heard laser blasts, light fwip-fwips from a laser pistol. [i]GREAT, Bandits, raiders, or some stupid pricks thinking that we're easy prey[/i] he thought to himself as he brought his rifle up to his shoulder.

When there was a lull in the firing, Dylan arose from his crouched position, the lip of the crater came up to his chest, and leveled his .50 caliber rifle on the ground. Jordan's head popped up with her rifle at the same time, right in his line of fire. "Damn," he cursed, but looked through his scope anyways, waiting for her to move. A shot nearly took her head off, which made her get lower into the crater. As soon as she cleared his optics, he gently exhaled and squeezed the trigger. A loud boom occurred, and the laser pistol wielding shithead crumpled to the ground, a gaping wound where his heart should have been.

Annoyed at this intrusion, Dylan shouted out as he slid the bolt action back and rechambered a round, "Hey, shitheads. Stop wasting my ammunition. Just kill yourselves so we can loot your bodies and get this over with." He sighted down his scope again, looking for another target to pop his head up. As he gauged his opponents, the hairs on the back of his neck began to prickle. Was that a clicking noise? A slight shuffle? [i]Oh no. THEM too? Damnit.[/i] He dropped his grip on his rifle, turned and crouched while he drew his laser pistol, and looked for the approaching Radscorpion. "Guys! Radscorps from behind! Don't see it yet!"