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[lastgunslinger]

Argument.

Five. Then Desmond died.

Then there were four.

Two days later Jamie DeCurry was killed by sniperfire.

Now Alain was screaming.

Roland stands at the cavemouth on Jericho Hill. His eyes are wide with horror.

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[lastgunslinger]

It's dark inside the cave, but Roland's eyes are good...when they're his.

He doesn't want to do this. Knows he has to. If Blondie wasn't taking some of the pain away he probably couldn't do it, but now he crawls around the floor, casting around for the card.

It takes a moment, but he finds it. It takes longer for him to struggle back to his feet. I'm putting it in my grow-bag.

And he moves back to the back of the cave, where his gunna is stored. He drops it in, cinches the bag shut, and puts the grow-bag in his pocket.

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Nothing happens.

And inside Roland's head, Joe facepalms.

I gotta tell you the password, too. It's unknown. The word.

From behind them, there is the gentle but undeniable click of a lock opening.

[lastgunslinger]

And Roland wants to respond, but apparently there's more blood loss than he thought, and suddenly there's much more pain than before --

-- and he's falling, falling backwards, and his back hits some disgustingly solid wood and he screams because the pain's even worse now and then the wood gives -- and he's -- they're -- through the door.