Likewise, Chris grabbed a rail for stability as the building began to shake. "Holy fuck!" He shouted as the explosion happened, drowning out his expletive. The fire was unbelievable. How would something hit the roof like that? Was the army bombing the city? There was no time to think.<br/><br/>The crawling zombie was an easier target than the one outside his apartment as Chris strode up and brained the thing. The club's impact shattered the skull and pulped the flesh of the zombie, effectively nullifying it as a threat. There was something viscerally satisfying about that. "Let's go." Chris said, carrying on down the stairs as fast as caution allowed.<br/><br/>Roll Result: Cold Heritage rolled: 10d10<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 10, 3, 7, 3, 8, 2, 7, 4, 9, 4,