As for me, I walked back towards the Jeep and rummaged through the back, finding a bolt action .17 HMR. Ignoring the fact that this caliber should not exist in the year 1993, I loaded her up and moved into a position where I could get a clear shot, laying down on the ground and setting up a bag to prop the barrel on top of. I managed to strike a few down before I heard a chirping noise coming from right next to me. Turning my head, I saw a Compy watching me in curiosity with its brilliant amber eyes.