I finished wiping the blood splatter off my AK-74u. fucking pseudodogs. I've been trudging about the Zone all day looking for artifacts. It's the only way to make any decent money around here, other than hunting the more dangerous mutants. I'm not suicidal enough to do that, at least not yet. Besides, I don't have the best equipment.

Bang-whiz-whap! something streaked past me and embedded itself into the cinderblock wall. "A nu, cheeki breeki iv damke!" shit, bandits... I ducked into the doorway and fired a few rounds back. I hit one in the neck and he went down, clutching his throat as blood seeped between his fingers.

I ducked off to the side before his comrades sent a volley of bullets back in return. They flew through the doorway and lodged themselves in the concrete wall, spraying small chunks of concrete and kicking dust into the air. I blindly fired a burst back and start sprinting toward the back of the building. piff, piff, piff, piff I heard more bullets slam into the concrete in the distance. I'm not sticking around for this fight, being outnumbered and all.