The gunshots surprised her.  Lauren then saw Ricky...holding his gun.  But, now their presence was announced to all around--not that the small battle from the bar hadn't caught the attention of the undead; now they knew exactly where food was.  She swallowed roughly and jerked at the next set of shots.  Well, her new favorite word was CRAP. They were in it up to their ears and it sounded better to say than SHIT.<br/><br/>"Shit," Lauren whispered, looking behind; were they being tracked or baited by the one zombie out in the open?  They weren't supposed to be deep thinkers, but if birds could do it, she imagined a zombie might be able to formulate a distraction.  She shifted amongst the people towards the tail.  If she went down, at least she'd have a gun in her hand...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory &amp; Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br/>Inventory<br/>Handgun<br/>Hamlet<br/>Notebook<br/>Mechanical Pencil<br/>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br/><br/>HP: 147<br/>Stamina:  174/182<br/>Rested and feeling pretty good</div></div>