S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Ghosts of Chernobyl.

Hunter collected his stuff and jogged over to the others "fucking dogs. What do we do now?" he gives a nervous look around to make sure nothing gets the drop on him again

"<Says the man who gets knocked on his ass after squeezing off his first shot.>"
Toumi quiped as he inspected his brothers handywork. He was still able to ball his hand into a fist, which meant he should still be able to use it.
"<Go loot the bodies. We'll Cremate the corpses before we leave. At least we can give them that much.>"
He added with a heavy sigh. There was at least a ghost of a chance that the day wasen't going to be a complete waste of time if the dead Stalkers were carrying some good gear. Shaking his head, Toumi slowly dragged himself up to his feet, swaying as the world spun around him.

'Ergh. Probably a concussion.' He thought as he gritted his teeth and tried to focus. He holstered his pistol before turning to Hunter.
"Thanks for the hand, but Don't think that will net you a 50-50 share."
Toumi jerked a thumb back at the dead Stalkers.
"You can have whatever we don't want. Whatever's left will be for the bonfire."

At his brothers quick retort Jarmo's grin died for just a second and then regained life after hearing the word loot. <Gotcha> Jarmo walked up to the bodies and began searching through their belongings. He found some ammunition for his shotgun of only 8 shells, some pistol ammo, food and a few other things. <weapons too?>

"thats fine" said hunter walking onto the bridge pulling out the scopew of his rifle and scouting out the area "all that noise will prolley bring others. do what you gotta do but do it fast. This area is and isnt a good area to bunker down if ya know what I meen"

Finished with his duty he split up the pistol ammunition and rations and handed half of each to his brother. "All yours buddy" he said to Hunter, pointing in the direction of the bodies. <Need help patching yourself up Toumi?>