Lauren bit back a yelp at the gunshots behind her, glad the dead were finally lying down, but wishing she had her hearing back.<br/><br/>She gave Red a "are you fucking kidding me?" when he asked if she was O.K.  She glanced around at the people, then back at Red.  "FINE," she said.  "How are you?  Lovely day we're having...."<br/><br/>She turned back to the door keypad and wondered if anyone had some eye drops or contact solution...a little salt water and it would fry the circuitry, but then, it might fry it in lock mode instead of releasing the power being used to hold the doors shut---and they'd be right where they were, now.<br/><br/>She looked at Ricky as he ambled up.  "I have so many damned numbers rolling around in my head...and, quite honestly, I'm a little freaked-out by all of this.  I can't think straight.  Are you any good with computers?  We need a fifteen year old kid to go all cyber-punk and hack the hell out of this thing."<br/><br/>She sighed and punched some random numbers on the pad, banging her head on the wall as she did so, hoping to knock some sense into herself.<br/><br/>(14-3-3-0=8 roll = 1)<br/><br/>"I don't even know if we want to go in there.  Suppose the zombies got in...Maybe they ate everyone else and are waiting for us, you know, dessert."  She sighed and kicked the wall futilely.<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>