[center][img]https://i.gifer.com/NkSw.gif[/img][/center] [h3][center] [color=0076a3]lauren watson[/color] [/center][/h3] Lauren Watson had the rifle resting on her neck, her two arms raised high and keeping it balanced across her shoulders. The humidity gave her a sticky feeling across her body, but Lauren didn't mind. She sniffed, her eyes glazing over slightly at the quiet outside world. Breaking the silence, a small flare of bright orange lit up in a far distant suburb. Then another, another, and another. Too far away to hear, but with literally nothing else to look at, Lauren could see the small event unfold from her high vantage point. [color=0076a3]"Fireworks. That's fun."[/color] Lauren said to herself. Putting down the rifle, Lauren raised the binoculars to her inquisitive eyes. Nothing after that. Either they got away, or being munched on. Either way Lauren was happy- the less stragglers in the world, the better. At this point in the late morning, her tank-top had ridden so far up her torso as to look cropped. Perhaps it helped with the heat, though Lauren didn't notice. After a few minutes of scanning the horizon, there were no more explosions to look at. Shame. Explosions were pretty rare these days- not like when she could turn on the internet and watch action movie after action movie. Hundreds, thousands of people pretending to get shot. Blood, guts, gore everywhere, a determined hero, yadda yadda yadda. One thing Lauren has since learned is that it wasn't as good as the real thing. 'Good' was a strong term...it wasn't as interesting. I dunno. She didn't want to sound creepy, even though no one could read her thoughts. When someone like her has put down so many infected, it's easy to notice patterns or lack thereof, that's all! When you brain a zombie they kinda drop, like a sack full of potatoes. Really ripe potatoes that squish real easy. One of the things they didn't show in movies was how hard the impact is. If someone lays down on the ground, cranes their neck, and then lets it fall it hurts like a motherfucker. Now when a zed does the same thing but from 5 feet or more up, it's a real thwack. One time, a zombie tried to get at Lauren on a scouting mission. It tried to climb over a broken window, but the dumbass tripped and faceplanted hard. It fucking died from the faceplant. What a useless pile of garbage. Laughing to herself about the patheticness of a long dead foe, Lauren put down the binoculars again. Bored, she folded her arms and leaned against the railing of the watch tower, looking over the ranch. Lauren was looking for someone to talk too, maybe make fun of. She didn't know. [color=0076a3]"Helloooooo..."[/color] She called out quietly while waggling her hips back and forth as she put her weight onto the railing. Though she was speaking quietly, her clear voice carried throughout the area around her tower. [color=0076a3]"Anyone wanna try climbing my luscious blonde locks to get up to the top of the tower?"[/color] She said, now jokingly twirling her dark brown hair. Lauren was fucking around on her shift, not talking to anyone in particular.