And the shit hits the fan before he can even go down. Screw going down, he stays up above the bar, and draws his gun. He flicks the safety off, knowing that much needs to be done at least. He's got zero training with this damned thing; he's fired it maybe a dozen times or so since coming up here, practicing, but he could never really get used to it.<br/><br/>Knowing full well that he might just be wasting bullets, he starts firing at the Spitters (after they've made their presence known with the attack on Rick and himself).<br/><br/>[-3 dex, 0 pistols, +1 from condition, rolled 10! Second shot roll is an 8]<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun (Ammo: 7/9)<br/>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 200/300 units)<br/>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br/>Glucose Tablets (x20)<br/>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br/><br/>Current HP/SP Status:<br/>Body Points:       90/90<br/>Stamina Points    57/62<br/>Status: Tired<br/></div></div>