[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=olive]Lorna Dunn[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [img]http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldlwvk7xQN1qbxq6qo1_500.gif[/img][hr][b]Time:[/b] Morning. [b]Location:[/b] Lumpkin Creek, in the woods South of Hwy 34, outside Franklin, GA. [b]Interacting With:[/b] Kris and Walkers.[/center][hr] Bless the god damn remaining fates in this world, for if they had not smiled upon these lowly ladies then they surely would have been d-o-a. Lorna felt the warmth of Kris’s hand as she tugged at her arm. She was right of course, they had to run. Grabbing her pack from Kris, she slung it on her back as she turned to run from the oncoming walkers. [color=olive]“You’re right kiddo, let’s punch it before shit gets even more FUBAR.”[/color] She held on tight to the grip of her blade and began to follow Kris’s lead as they ran along the bank of the creek. A Walker stumbled into the mud, its feet squelching as it was stopped in its tracks by the wet earth. That makes six on their tails, the one with the lab coat leading the herd. They had to get across the water but there was no time to make any stupid mistakes by crossing at the wrong time. Lorna’s eyes darted practically everywhere, watching what was happening and keeping her breathing steady. Thank fuck for her Marine training. Her eyes caught the arm reaching out too late, the fingers grabbed onto Kris’s shoulder before she could call out to her. [color=olive]”You fucking festering piece of shit. LET FUCKING GO OF HER YOU FUCKING WANKSTAIN!”[/color] Lorna flourished her blade and detached the Walker’s arm just below the elbow. [color=olive]”MOVE! GO!”[/color] She grabbed Kris by the arm and got the pair of them running again. They were going to make it out of this one like they had made it out of every other shitty situation they’d found themselves in together since they’d lost Maria. They could [i]do this[/i]. Her eyes caught a narrower point of the creek with some more tree cover that would slow the Walkers even more. The pair of them were light and quick enough on their feet to make it over the uneven terrain without too much trouble, hopefully. Thank God she’d been teaching Kris otherwise this could get really messy. [color=olive]”Let’s get to the other side of the creek. There’s a narrower slip, move it private!”[/color] Lorna moved to make the leap over the creek and knew that Kris would follow her lead immediately. [hr]