[b]Pr-breep! Pr-breep![/b]

"Shit."

Rickard let out a quick curse as his PDA suddenly beeped, which seemed to be rather off on its timing. Too late to worry about that, however, as now he had the attention of a pack of four Pseudo-dogs, one of the many mutated beasts that roamed the land. He was only going to take a few pictures! Of course, these things could hear a lot better than he could, and now he had the attention of all five of them. He could feel their yellowish-eyes drilling holes all over the area around him. Of course, he had a rather large urge to piss his pants, too. 

A loud growling came from the lead dog, and they all stopped in their tracks. [b]Pr-breep! Pr-breep![/b] "Crap, crap, crap! Shhhh." Too late. Their cavalcade of barking started as soon as Rickard let his camera drop to his neck, reaching for his Uzi. They were about thirty or so feet away, so he was able bring it up just in time. 

[I]Brr-tatatatata![/I] was the sound that came out of his gun as he depressed the trigger, letting lead go flying at the irradiated dogs that were now after him. Of course, with his skill with fire-arms, he was only lucky enough to ping one several times, sending it to the dirt, wounded heavily. He hopped up, his camera jerking against his neck with the strap. He held down the trigger a bit more, managing to piss off the lead dog. He was already back stepping as quick as he could when they were only ten feet away. "Jeez," Rickard said as his weapon clicked, empty. If there was one thing he was decent at, it was reloading, as he had practiced it multiple times when he had lots of free time. One of the freak dogs jumped at him, but Rickard had finished reloading and let out a quick burst as it flew at his head. All of them hit. The Pseudodog let out a loud whimper and thudded to the ground, its yellow eyes no longer glowing. 

Of course, he couldn't take the time to gloat, he still had three more that wanted to rip out his throat. Rickard took aim at the lead dog. Well, he at least figured it was the lead, as it was almost twice the size of the others. Still, he preferred animals to regular stalkers. He at least had the advantage of a gun. He flipped the switch to semi-auto and fired off four rounds, all of them thankfully managing to hit. The Pseudodog fell to the ground, its chest now full of holes. The two left seemed to get the message, and lingered for a few moments before running off. Rickard let out a sigh of relief, falling to his ass. He bit his lip as he took out the PDA that had given his position away.

Of course, he smiled as he started reading it. Did they actually need him? A photographer?! He was overjoyed at the thought of finally having a job. Everyone else in the Zone was rather against hiring him. 'Jesus fuck, do you really think we need a camera? We need bullets and beans, you idiot.' Neanderthals, the whole lot of them. Of course, then Rickard's stomach started rumbling, reminding him he hadn't eaten since this morning. 

...Rickard wondered if the dogs were edible or not.