She looked at the big doors as they opened to reveal another door.  She looked into the room with the rest and felt a giant question mark pop up over her head.  What the hell?  Why would there need to be lockers in this area?  It didn't really make sense.<br/><br/>Lauren stood back from Red as he whacked the lock with his gun, standing behind him as he broke the lock and didn't discharge a bullet.  She looked in with him.  Weapons and awards.  The puzzling existence of the lockers in the safety lock continued.  She looked around the room as Ricky moved in to examine the guns.<br/><br/>She suspected whomever had been here before had been in a great rush, grabbed what they could and took off.  The question was, which way did they go; out or in?  And, another question would be Who were they.  There wasn't the destruction of what zombies would do.<br/><br/>TUrning her back to the group, Lauren was shocked when the gun was fired.  The reverberating echo made her clap her hands over her ears.  She looked at Ricky in horror.  What if he'd missed the lock and the bullet ricocheted?  Did people not think?  She dug her pencil out of her back pocket and worked the pocket clip off, breaking it with repeated bending.  She looked at it, but it wasn't long enough for her purposes...though, it could be used to steady and turn the lock if she found something long enough...  Her face went blank and  she turned away from the people once more, doing the contortions known to womankind and pulling her bra out from under her shirts.  She pushed at the underwire and it popped through the worn fabric.  Lauren slid it out and then shoved the damaged garment into her pocket along with her Zen.<br/><br/>Dropping to a knee in front of one of the lockers, Lauren first bent the clip to a 90 degree angle, slipping it into the top of the hole on the lock, holding it steady while she wormed the wire into the hole, jiggling and pressing it various ways.  If she had time, she could file the edges to highs and lows...for now, she'd hope for luck to be good this time and for there to be food in the locker as Red crunched more tablets.<br/><br/>(6 needed,<strong>rolled a 9</strong>Hip hip hooray!?)<br/><br/>She hung the lock on a belt loop, never knowing when you might want to lock something for good, and pulled the locker latch up and stepped back with the door, hoping there wasn't a booby trap, but taking that possibility into account and getting out of direct-blast range.<br/><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 5/9 rounds<br/>Hamlet<br/>Underwire bra.  (stretchy lace, wires, hooks, eyes...)<br/>Mechanical Pencil (clipless)<br/>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br/><br/>HP: 147/147<br/>Stamina:  182/182<br/>Feeling: Better. </div></div>