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	Jack used a leafy branch to brush away the faeces that the nasty little beast had left on his duffel bag, checked the contents of the bag to ensure everything that was normally inside was still there, used some disinfectant and a bandage from the bag to treat the wound on his left hand, placed his Glock in the bag, zipped up the bag but left an opening large enough for easy access to the Glock if he [i]absolutely[/i] needed it in a hurry, and then started his journey into town. 

His shoulder was still throbbing and he needed to take care of the injury as soon as he could, but carrying his duffle didn’t irritate the wound because even though he was right handed and it [i]was[/i] his right shoulder that had been damaged, he normally carried his duffel over his left. This, as one might guess, allowed easy-to-reach access to anything in his duffel, not just the gun that, under some circumstances, would be carried around in his belt as it had been when he arrived in this world. He was, however, not willing to indefinitely carry the gun around in his bag on this world either, at the moment it just didn’t seem practical or secure in many ways, so he had planned on trying to organise a new system when he arrived in town, that is, if there was anyone in the community able to accommodate his needs.