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[color=39b54a][b]Location:[/b] Approximate to Sheriff's Office[/color] | [color=39b54a][b]Interaction:[/b][@Raylah][@Nobodyman123][/color][/center]

	Jack looked at the sheriff's munitions and, instead of seeing guns, he initially saw dollar signs. [color=39b54a][i] We gonna be able to keep these[/i][/color], he wondered.  Some of these pieces would have flipped for a pretty penny.  But, then again, what good is a greenback in the midst of the apocalypse?

	Jack pushed aside his greed and snapped back to the mission at hand.  He already owned a revolver that carried a bit of sentimental value to him, but it was going to take more than six shots at a time to combat more of those living corpses or whatever else this impending evil had in mind to throw at them.  As his hands gathered ammunition, his eyes grazed over a a shotgun that gave him pause.  [color=39b54a][i]Well, ya ain't gotta be a great aim with that thunder stick[/i][/color], he mentally noted before snatching it up and gathering some shells.

	Finally, he found himself gripping dirty Smith and Wesson side piece, a new companion to the handgun he already owned. As he gathered up his new wares, he caught sight of a harness hanging up along the wall with double holsters.  Jack was quick to make the upgrade to his wardrobe before loading and saddling up.

	“So, where are we going?" Christina had inquired, asking the question that had undoubtedly been on everyone's mind.

	"[color=39b54a]Mad...[/color]" he muttered under his breath.  "[color=39b54a]Insane.  Absolutely fucking nuts,[/color]" he continued in a volume just over a whisper.  "[color=39b54a]But whatever.  Let's just go ride off to hell and shoot the devil in the face, I guess...[/color]"