Decision time was over and they were in the middle of zombie hell.  Lauren pulled her gun, and then didn't know which way to go.<br/><br/>So, she scrambled along the peak to the end, looking down to where Ricky was entrenched.  He seemed to be handling things...and then the damned creature spit.  Yeah, yeah...that's how they got their names, she mused, moving over the peak and aiming at those following up, shambling along when they should be lying down and fully decomposing.  If she could slow their arrival, maybe Red and Ricky could deal with the near.<br/><br/>(dif. 5 -pistols 1 - dexterity1 =<strong>3</strong>1st Shot Roll: 2   2nd Shot Roll: 6)<br/><br/>Lauren felt her hands shake, but took her aim and fired, cussing when the creatures kept coming.  She took a deep breath, let it part way out and aimed once more, squeezing down on the trigger, enjoying the nice whack! her bullet made.  Feeling like she might be getting it....<br/><br/>She turned hearing a thump and seeing Red in some difficulty.  "Hey...Red?"  Scrambling like a crab, she recalls the safety and sets it on the gun before hurrying to Red to give him a hand.<br/><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:  178/182<br/>Rested and feeling good</div></div>