"Eh. At least you can't blow my head off with it." Chris said as he swapped with the blonde woman. He hefted the piece of metal and was not sure it was an improvement over what he was carrying. Anyway, he took the lead again, scanning the corpses they passed with a wary eye. It seemed like it would be difficult to tell which ones had gunshot wounds to the head and which ones were just gruesomely disfigured from the events of the infection spreading.<br/><br/>Trying to spot any zombies pretending to be dead.<br/>Roll Result: Cold Heritage rolled: 6d10 (Wits + Composure)<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 7, 9, 7, 3, 1, 4,