<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=117665.msg5131416#msg5131416">Quote from: Cold Heritage on 29-08-2011, 09:17:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"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, <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><em>In that room there is almost no zombies, there are one or two alive but they are severely beaten and cannot move much. In total there are three corpses that aren't fully dead but still they cannot cause harm if you walk by them. </em><br/><br/>She whimpered to herself as she walked right behind him, she was scared out of her mind but she needed to keep calm right now otherwise she would loose it. She saw a couple of corpses moving but they were not near them and apparently they did not knew they were in the room. Pointing at the exit she took a deep breath and grasped her piece of wood tightly before getting ready to face what was outside.