<strong>Lauren on the Road...really</strong><br/><br/>One second she's looking behind for trouble and the next instant she's knocked to the wall by an unseen and unheard train.  The air flew from her lungs in one grunt and Lauren stared death in the eye.  Her gun was knocked from her hand to skitter along the ground and the only thought she had was 'I'm glad I put the safety on.'  She closed her eyes, not wanting to see what was going to happen next and then the thing, the Hound, moved off and she fell to the ground.  Air slowly came back into her lungs and she managed one word..."MOTHERFUCKER!"  but, it wasn't much more than a gasp.<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 train ran over her...</div></div>