[center][h2][color=lightslategray]Edward Richter[/color][/h2][/center]
Edward turned to face Lacy at her rather sudden outburst, though seemed [i]completely[/i] unfazed, not even blinking, both eyes simply narrowed in a tired or disinterested fashion. Though his experience with women was rather short-lived, given the onset of the apocalypse, if there was one thing he [i]did[/i] learn, it was that silence saved you more often than trying to correct yourself. 

Interrupted from his thoughtfulness by Lacy's fateful cry of [color=cyan]"Walkers!"[/color], Edward's gaze shifted, becoming very focused and intense. Drawing his pistol with one hand, and a dagger with the other, he spun the blade about between his dextrous fingers before latching onto the handle with a tight grip. 

[color=lightslategray]"Good. It was starting to get boring around here."[/color] Edward replied, his tone giving no leeway towards either excitement or fear. Simply....indifference. 

Extending his arm, Edward took aim with the pistol, still finding its weight in his hand somewhat unwieldy. Closing a single eye, he squeezed on the trigger, the shockwave sending tingling ripples along the length of arm, buzzing all the way up to his shoulder. 

Within an instant, the bullet found its way into one of the closer Walker's right eye socket, the monstrosity letting out one final gurgle before slumping to the ground like a puppet disconnected from its strings. 

[color=lightslategray]"One-Nothing."[/color] Edward said bluntly to Jack, deciding to keep score of their kills thus far. Despite the intended humor in his words, the only sign of amusement from Edward was a small, mischievous glint in his eye; the rest of his expression hidden by the black cloth that covered his mouth and nose. 

Taking aim again, Edward fired once...then once more, the first bullet embedding itself in a Walker's right shoulder before the second one struck it in the forehead. 

[color=lightslategray]"Two-Nothing."[/color]