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

[center][@Wade Wilson] [@Desire][/center]

[color=lightgray]She was right. The kid was indeed a boy, his features mostly obscured by the hood he was wearing. The boy then asked her if she knew anything about this place. He was from Philadelphia and a British born. [i]Laura didn't know anything about this place. She had never been to Delaware before, let alone Wilmington.[/i][color=coral]"Nope. Not a bit. Never been to the area before. Just kinda wandering and somehow ended up here."[/color] 

As she ended her sentence, a commotion could be heard upstairs and a gunshot echoed throughout the complex before what seemed like sobbing and wailing followed. [i]What could it be? More walkers, most likely, but the wail? That had to come from the living.[/i] That sparked the inquisitive nature in her. She had to know. Leaving the boy where he stood, Laura sheathed her knife and ran up the stairs. The boy could follow if he wished. She was sure he needed no babysitting. He looked old enough. Anyway, babysitting was a thing of the past.

As she climbed up the stairs, heading towards the source of the crying, the sound got louder and louder as she approached the apartment unit responsible. The door was open, and voices could heard coming from its interior. With little consequence for who those people might be, Laura ran into the unit, bumping straight into a figure. The figure was a man, a muscular well-built one at that. It was like she just ran into a brick wall. The rebound caused her to land on her [i]rear[/i] with a thud, a surprised expression on her face. [color=coral]"What the f-"[/color][/color]