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"Yeah...totally go." He chuckled nervously and stood up, hearing the faint popping of his joints. Seeing the two with their guns put some doubts in Ryan's mind. Are you really sure about these two? When you've got a gun, you've got the power... He eyed Clare's shotgun, and then Neville's Wildey. ...It all just depends on your gun's strength.

The compact GLOCK was nice and all, but could it really save his life like a shotgun could? Would his gun be able to harm someone, let alone kill? His mind wandered to the dark possibilities and scenarios that could take place if he had Clare's shotgun as the group made their way to the Well.

((OOC: Sorry for taking so long. Do you guys want to make the new topic, or should I?))

((Continued in: Taking Stock))

The three students moved cautiously away. As he looked over his map, Neville thought he heard something that might be a gunshot, no plural, two or three. The others didn't react, so stayed silent and chalked it up as another reason to get out.

He knew he'd been pretty lucky, and guessed he'd have to pay for it sometime. But Ryan and Clare seemed regular kids...he'd found most people only started getting tricky when you imposed on them.

There was still Clare's uniform...he was sure he'd seen it before. Hopefully it'd come to him.

((Continued in: Taking Stock))