User blog comment:Lasifer/Volume 1: Since/@comment-3047208-20141118034158

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"What the hell?" Riley muttered as he woke up rubbing his head and eyes. The echoing boom of gunfire combined with bright rays of sunlight shining through the cracks in the boarded up garden store awakened the trio of survivors.

"Not this guy again, when in hell's name is he ever gonna run out of ammo." Denise stretched and yawned on the ground.

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"Dammit, that idiot's at it again." Jonah remarked, unzipping and stepping out of his sleeping bag and stretching, walking up to the windows and peeking out the cracks to observe a mob of the undead.

"Forgot to ask about him, what's his deal?" Riley removed his covers and stood up as well, still rubbing his eyes.

"He's been up there for the past week or so, keeps moving rooftops somehow, must be distracting mobs with his rifle, smart guy, but it's to our detriment, hard to concentrate with gunshots ringing in your ears every minute. Guy must have a helluva lot of ammo to be firing as much as he does." Jonah moved towards the store windows, peaking through the cracks to observe the outside world. "Shit."

"What's wrong, hun?" Denise asked, fixing a cup of coffee behind the counter.

"Whole buncha those things outside, we wouldn't last a minute if we stepped out there." Jonah replied, stepping away from the window and turning to Riley. "We don't have a lot of options here."

"Is there any other way we can get out of here?"

"You can get out through the roof, we're staying here, I ain't putting Denise in harms way."

"You said you'd help me get to the church, Jonah."

"That's when I thought a sniper and a crowd of those things wouldn't be hinderin' us."

"You know I won't last long out there."

"Then stay here, where it is safe, man."

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"God dammit!" Jonah yelled in a fit of rage. "The motherfucker needs to stop firing that damn thing!"

"Calm down, Jonah. It's going to be alright."

Me -> Skull -> Toast