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Splat!
Dickinson's body split in two, and then fell to either side, dropping to the ground.
Blood quickly reddened the floor, but he was still not dead. Mechanically, he pushed his scattered entrails back into his body.
Mud mixed with the stench of blood and flesh, but Dickinson seemed not to feel the pain, his movements growing slower due to excessive blood loss, his face soon turning ashen.
In the last moment before death, he saw Roger's figure heading toward a nearby house; mustering the last bit of his strength, a hammer appeared in Dickinson's hand.
Thump!
The pointed end of the hammer smashed into his skull, prying open the cranium. After accomplishing this, Dickinson's right hand slid off powerlessly, and he fell completely silent.
"There must be a passage to reality hidden here," Roger quickly inspected around the house.
