The man on the ground wasn’t dead yet, but Ned Hemingway was nearly unrecognizable. Half his head was a pulpy mess that reminded Roy of beef stew. Moses was busy picking big splinters of wood out of his friend’s face, and Roy turned to scan the building behind them. It looked like a rifle round had blown out the corner of the sheriff’s office, and it wasn’t hard to figure out that Ned had been standing in the wrong place and caught a face full of wood.
Nooooo why is everyone dying :'(
