"Umm...thanks," Lauren managed as Ricky hauled her up.  She looked at his wound and stiffened her own spine.  If he could keep on while bleeding, she should just suck it up and manage on her own, too.  Checking things out, her skin seemed whole.  She took her gun back, checked it over and was about to tuck it into her waistband when the thing shrieked.  It made the little howl from earlier seem like child's play.  She refused to look at the screamer.  Some ancient instinct was in flight mode, fortunately too many shocks to the system over the years and panic seemed to have been removed from her DNA.  Lauren counted heads, saw Red up front and Cassie...people from the bar seemed all to be here and be upright.<br/><br/>She moved hurriedly after Ricky.  When Red suggested the detour she looked up to see the lone creature standing, gun in hand.  Well, maybe panic wasn't completely removed from her DNA.  There was a little there and she broke out in a cold sweat.  As someone moved the wrong way, she grabbed them by the back of their shirt and hauled them to the left, following Red's lead.  Roads were made for ambushes...hopefully this would skirt that potential.  She glanced up at the roofs of the buildings, checking for shadows that shouldn't be there, her finger moving into the triggerguard.<br/><br/>"You know, this is totally messed-up," she muttered.<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>