Billy's glock flashes, sending a bullet directly into one of the zombies as it shambles towards Ali<br/><br/>:roll 2d8: (This originally came out as 11)<br/><br/>The zombie shudders as the bullet tears through it's torso, but shakily continues forward. Currently there are only three zombies close enough to attack Ali.<br/><br/>:roll 1d20+1: (11)<br/><br/>:roll 1d20+1: (5)<br/><br/>:roll 1d20+1: (3)<br/><br/>The three zombies flail at Alethea with unnatural strength, denting the already wrecked car with their innacurate blows. Meanwhile, more zombies begin the slow, difficult crawl out of the truck.<br/><br/>Emerging late from the laundromat, Isabelle hurries along as fast as her tiny legs will carry her.  "DAMMIT!" she says, to no one in particular. "When the FUCK did we get a Necromancer around here?"