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Attacking J13. Headshot.

1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 3 - 4 = 19
2d10 ⇒ (7, 1) = 8

<Takes the rifle, finds the safety, flicks it off.>

This was the name of my pediatrician when i was a wee lad. He was a riot. And he really did grow up on a farm.

<Shouting at Judd, he points at himself.>

"Grew up on a farm, lad. I know which end of that rifle shoots."

Sam's shoulders slump in resignation. "Well if everyone is going, then I suppose I don't want to be left behind, but if those two need protecting then I'd be happier to stay with them and wait."

"Maybe it's best if we stay together. It couldn't be any worse than when we shut ourselves in there, could it?"

"Hi there. Are you sure it's safe out here? The sounds we've heard son. Oh my God. The sounds we've heard. We've been drinking dextrose and rehydration salts for the last four days. Is it safe? I'm Doc Cherry, by the way."

<He reaches for your hand but then notices the blood spatter.>

"You need to clean up son, just a second."