Zmerr peered around the wall of the deteriorating building. He gripped his plasma pistol tightly, prepared to use it at any moment. A few bushes at the edge of the forest shook with unnatural life. Zmerr was hoping it was dinner but was prepared for a Chipped. Maybe even an army of Chipped. Being small, he was often the first to be sent on scouting missions. Also, his years roaming the jungle had made him proficient in spying, shooting and running. 

The shaking got stronger, more violent. Zmerr pulled the pistol out of it's holster and readied it to shoot. An antlered head soon poked out of the foliage and cautiously examined its surroundings. It didn't notice Zmerr. 

Zmerr took a few silent steps around the wall. He carefully placed the pistol back in its holster and the snapped the rifle off of his back and shot at the deer. It looked as though he hadn't taken aim, but he had years of practice. It hit the animal right between the eyes. It had looked at him when it heard the sound of the rifle coming out, but it hadn't had enough time to run.