Lauren nodded to Red, glad he wasn't more severly injured.  She glanced around as the people pressed together.  She hated close quarters among people, shifting a little towards the outer edge where she wasn't in the middle of the press.  Lauren eased the gun from her waistband and walked with it in her hand, pointed to the ground, safety on.<br/><br/>When the shrieking growl split the air, Lauren halted as did the rest of the group.  She barely breathed, listening, trying to figure out what it was.  And, then she noticed that the air was void of sound.  She turned to look for Ricky, Red, her eyes questioning.<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:  174/182<br/>Rested and feeling pretty good</div></div>