"Joint?" You exclaim. "A joint? Now? Are you crazy?! There's a madman on the loose!"

Samantha doesn't seem to be making much sense out of what you're saying. She mostly just sits there, naked, a blank look on her face.

"Now I really need a joint." She finally says.

You don't have time for this. You stand up, head to the door, and look out to where the blood trail leads. You can't just let that killer roam free, but how do you want to go at this?
Go to the van, grab some supplies, and then go hunt that Lumberjack down.
End Of Story

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