As the woman laid out her plan, Chris grunted in understanding. Really, he thought it would be a better idea to just, well, save the bullet for herself in case they got cornered or trapped. It would be a mercy instead of having those things descend on them. But instead the big man took up his position by the doorway, gripping his club with both hands. He gave her the nod, and then waited for the zombie thing to come in range. Once it did, he swung with all of his might, hoping to take it out. He did not want to give it the chance to bite or scratch him . . . although that too would mean a way out of this horrorshow.<br/><br/>The results were not promising.<br/><br/>Roll to bash in zombie brains:<br/>http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30977 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30977)<br/>Full Result: Cold Heritage rolled: 10d10<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 2, 4, 5, 7, 6, 4, 4, 7, 3, 2,