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Rollo stared at the bodies. He'd been hoping the Sasquatches were just a delusion but the bodies on the floor were hard to ignore.
One of his companions reached for a rifle and the movement snapped Rollo out of it.
Survive, I've got to survive.
He looked at the rifle, Don't really know how to use it, then squatted down to rummage through the satchels to see if there was anything he could use.
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Spot = 18
Listen = 11
So he notices something but his ears are ringing from the sound of the gun battle.
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