I walked down the hallway. At the end there was the enterance to a bathroom, though the door had been knocked off its hinges and shattered. Blood carpeted the tile floor, and at the back of the room a brown rabbit lay slouched over, a shotgun in his hands. His chest slowly rose and fell, suggesting he was alive, but barely.
"This guy looks hurt, let's take his stuff," Uberbob said, entering the room behind me. I felt oddly like throwing a snowball at him, but lacking a snowball I was forced to use a brick on the ground next to me. Sadly, it didn't kill him.
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