[center][color=coral][h1]Laura Johnson[/h1][/color][/center]

[color=silver]A series of pops echoed throughout the air, the distinct tell-tale gunshots reverberating throughout the air. As she got closer, these pops turned into bangs, and they didn't just stop at one or two. They kept going on at irregular intervals, and there were a few times, Laura could hear the staccato of automatic weapon fire. Her gun was still tucked into the waistband of her pants, the safety off. 

She didn't want to use it unless she had to, partly for conserving ammunition. Laura eventually arrived at the source of the shots, an apartment complex that was seemingly under siege by a group of walkers. There was a child shouting at the supposed occupants of the building, but they were obviously too occupied with the invasion to even bother about the yelling kid. 

She saw two other people in the immediate vicinity, another blonde woman with aviators [@McHaggis] and a dark-haired man [@Fortunesfaded] dressed in a suit. He reminded her of a hit-man. They were busy enough dispatching the zombies around them, and so Laura turned her attention back to the child.

Judging from the tone of his voice, she guessed the child[@Wade Wilson] to be a boy. As she was observing the boy, her attention was demanded elsewhere. Crawling out of the pile of supposedly-dead zombies(if they could die again), was a crawler making his way to the kid, its arms out stretched, yearning for the child's flesh.

 He was too busy shouting, trying to get the attention of the apartment's occupants to notice it, and the other pair were busy with walkers of their own. 

Unsheathing her kitchen knife, Laura charged forth, thrusting the blade into the back of the crawler's skull. The cadaver lay where it stood, its body now devoid of any life at all. [color=coral][b]"Watch your back, kiddo."[/b][/color][/color]