<strong>Ricky Mulch: Getting the hell out of Dodge<br/>Outside the Blood Bar</strong><br/><br/>There were three people who had made it out of the front of the bar.  The others may have gone out the back way.  Either way, Ricky had seen dozens, if not hundreds, of zombies from the top of the Blood Bar.  They had to leave<em>now</em>.<br/><br/>He held his pistol with his left hand, his right gripping his wounded shoulder.  Ricky gestured at the small group of people.  "Come on, if we hug the compound wall, we should be able to avoid being surprised by any more zombies."<br/><br/>The bouncer turned to check on Red and Lauren.  Red's face was covered in the remnants of a slime ball.  His eyes looked red, and he moved as if he was about to puke.  "Damn man," Ricky said, smiling blackly.  "You look like shit.  Come on, let's get the fuck outta here.  You can lean on my good shoulder if ya need to."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br/><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br/>1.) Handgun  (with belt-clip holster) (4/9 bullets)<br/>2.) 1 Extended Clip of Ammunition (13/13 rounds) (back pocket)<br/>3.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br/>4.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br/>5.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br/><br/><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br/>Body Points - 156/166<br/>Stamina Points - 145/160<br/>Status - Top Shape (128-160 SP)</div></div>