Mike and Stew were grabbing each other yelling, smacking each other on the back. Dave lay on the ground looking wasted and ragged, but he was breathing. Meagan had passed out and lay collapsed by his head.

"I can't believe we did it! Holy shit!"

A gunshot rang out as Sam shot another squirrel. "Guess we didn't finish all of them. We should get everyone inside. If you two carry Meagan to the couch I'll keep an eye on Dave. Get a piece of scrap for a stretcher when you come back."

By the time they got back Dave had doubled his HP to two.

The plywood they brought back was almost four feet long and two and a half feet wide. Working together they got him on and lifted him up, Mike and Stew holding the plywood with Sam getting his feet.

Back inside they found Meagan struggling to sit up. Sam told her to relax and they sat Dave on the other couch. Sam returned to his window while the rest found their own seats around the room.

Meagan finally managed to sit up. "I feel exhausted. Oh. I am exhausted. Reduced Stamina recovery. Crap then."

Meagan lay back down on the couch and saw Stacy asleep under the coffee table.

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"Where's Soccer Mom?"

Stew shrugged. "Maybe the bathroom? We haven't seen her."

After a few more minutes Sam spoke up. "I think we took care of most of those monsters that were in the neighborhood. I'm only seeing three level two dog things out there. I think we can deal with them ourselves. While Dave rests. We can talk about a group going to the store when he wakes up."

"Maybe after we take an hour to go through our skill gains, though?" Meagan sniffed. "Stew, I think Stacy needs a new shirt-diaper."

"Why is that my job?"

"Because it's your shirt."

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