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[h3][center] [color=0076a3]lauren watson[/color] [/center][/h3]

Eventually, the zombies lost track of the truck's noise. The town began to thin out into scattered buildings and eventually they were outside the town's limits and on their way to the ranch. Lauren imagined the zombies stupidly scrabbling to the last direction they heard the truck.

Like always, they never headed directly towards the Toxo base. They went away from it, far enough away from town to lose the infected, and then turned hard left to get back into Toxo; essentially sling shotting the stupid fucks off their trail. It's a good thing they weren't intelligent. Virus, parasite...whatever the Hell it was. They weren't going to be eating anyone else on this truck. 

The Saint was still unconscious. Maybe she did do some work against that horde. But hey, just like Natalia, the Saint screwed herself by trying to help people who couldn't help themselves. Lauren smirked down at her, condescendingly. Was she dreaming? Lauren's smirk quickly faded when she realized she related to the woman on the ground. Lauren didn't remember her feverish dreams when she was dying from Natalia's poison. How come she went out of her way to help this woman, and out of her way to kill Lauren? How come she immediately brought it up when they got on the truck? Why do these people pretend like they are righteous, like they are saving anyone, when really they are just fucking stupid? It didn't make sense. 

Lauren had read her history. She was always fascinated by the era of humanity when they believed what she did now. It's where she got her idea to get spears made to fight the zombies. Back in the age of knights, where the weaked served the strong, the zombie apocalypse would never have gotten this far. People like the Saint wouldn't have existed. The Lords and Ladies would have had the fucking balls to lock people out, to kill refugees before they got in, and eliminate those already infected inside the safe houses. Instead of wasting time looking for a cure, they would have done what was necessary. Then, those people died and were replaced by hateful ones. Those hateful ones were replaced by stupid ones, and finally they were replaced by weak ones. Now, here we are. The wonders of the first world. Lauren bet the tribes and villages in places like Asia, Africa, and South America were doing just fine.

Well, still. Maybe they could save this Saint. Not just keep her alive, but really allow her to put her skills to some good use, rather than wasting it on useless people.

The truck rumbled it's way down the concrete road until the walls and towers of Toxo were visible. Whispering Pines Ranch, as it used to be called by it's previous owners. If Ryder hadn't taken over, that place would be crawling with zombies. 

[color=0076a3]"Toxo base, this is Lauren and the pick-up truck crew, we're almost back to base and..."[/color] Lauren briefly paused as she saw a woman on a horse. 

[color=0076a3]"Who the hell is that?"[/color] Lauren asked the radio as the truck began to approach behind the woman. The truck slowed down as to not run her over. Lauren saw the doctor's pattern on the woman. Someone wanting to enter Toxo. Lauren slapped the roof of the truck and told a command to the driver.

[color=0076a3]"Drive 'round her. We gotta get into base. Don't worry, I'l shoot her if she tries anything."[/color] The truck slowly went to the right side of the horse. It dipped at a slight angle as the two right wheels crackled on the dirt on either side of the road. Lauren rebalanced herself as the unconscious woman slid a little to the opposite side of the truck bed.

She smiled cheerily at the horse rider as they went past, waving with her gun hand.

The gate opened up, recognizing the truck and closing quickly behind them, not risking letting the horse rider inside.

Lauren hopped over the truck bed, opened up the hatch and grabbed the unconscious woman, heaving her over her shoulder with a grunt. The passenger and the driver got out, and Lauren approached them.

[color=0076a3]"Take her into the doctor place, or whatever. Nat might be cross with us if she dies because you dropped her, so be careful."[/color] She winked at the man on the left, and the two of them nodded. 

"Christ, hope this chick was worth it." The guy, (Walter?) said, recieving the woman like a sack of potatoes. 

Lauren clicked on the safety and put in her pistol in the back of her pants. The cold steel pressing up against her skin was always a reassuring feeling. She began to seek out Ryder, for further orders and to relay information on the situation to him.