The munchings and crunchings were enough to make Lauren want to french kiss her gun.  She looked at the people around her and noted panic was rising.  One after the other moved to the door and tried to punch in the code.  Lauren tried desperately to separate the numbers rattling around in her head...high school locker combination 34-12-16, work number...463-5885, zip codes for every city in the county...  "Oh hell and damnation," she muttered and moved through the throng.<br/><br/>She glanced back at the on-coming zombies...  O.K. Now or never...  (Knowing Code: 8-3-3-0=2, Rolled 3)<br/><br/>She tapped in the numbers, and hit the open button.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats and Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory<br/>Handgun<br/>Hamlet<br/>Notebook<br/>Mechanical Pencil<br/>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br/><br/>HP: 137/147<br/>Stamina:  174/182<br/>Feeling:  Like a small train ran over her...</div></div>