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As she scrutinized the small gathering within the bar, it was obvious that most of it's inhabitants were in shock. A few were attempting small talk, while others were trying to prepare for their next move. She didn't give out her name, nor attempted to introduce herself. Now was not the time for that.  Walking to the bar, she hoisted her bag onto the top of the bar and slammed it down, making a loud bang. Hopefully, she created a distraction to cease the small talk. [b]"Listen up everyone!"[/b] She glanced around and attempted to make eye contact with everyone in the bar. She appeared calm on the outside, optimistic even. Casually, she brushed a strand of her long brunette hair from out of her face. [b]"We need to get out of the city. Now. "[/b] Chicago had a very high population and if this zombie outbreak was anything like the ones in the movies, a big city was the worst place to be. [b]"It won't be long before the city is overrun. We have to move fast. Grab anything you see here that you can use as a weapon."[/b] As she said this, she stuffed her purse into the backpack, followed by the bottle of the patron, then quickly put both arms through the straps to place the bag comfortably on her back. She looked around once more at the others. She wasn't trying to be heroic, nor a leader. She just figured it was the smartest thing to do. Besides, she did not want to be trapped in this bar forever, no matter how much she loved to drink. 

[@Karl Kadaver]A man called out a warning, and Sarah waltzed quickly the door, taking note of the small horde. She noticed their slow speed and intended to use this as a weakness. She then reached within the waistband of her jeans and revealed her 9mm Glock handgun, mainly to give herself confidence. Smiling innocently at the man next to her, she then scanned for escape routes, catching sight of someone running towards someone else who was crouching behind a large van. They had the right idea. She checked her handgun and turned the safety off. She carried one extra C-Mag for her gun which held a boastful 100 rounds. It should be enough to get her and whoever wanted to go with towards the rural area.  

Smiling brightly, she glanced back towards the other people in the bar. [b]"After all...what's the number one rule in Zombieland?"[/b] And with that, she jogged out of the bar towards the van and away from the oncoming horde. She jogged for a total of ten steps before slowing to a brisk walk, panting from the exertion. [i]Boy...I'm out of shape.[/i] She kept her gun at eye level, carefully being aware of her surroundings. Knowing the sound of a firing bullet would attract danger, she would only fire her weapon if it was a life or death situation. [i]Thank you Dad, for dragging me to the gun range and teaching me how to shoot.[/i]

[@BubbleGumKing][@drewccapp]Reaching the van, she paused quickly to tie her hair back into a ponytail so the long strands wouldn't be in her face. Crouching next to the two guys, she once again gave her southern belle smile. [b]"Howdy!"[/b] She spoke softly with a Texan accent before turning back to see if anyone had followed her while expertly aiming her 9mm to cover if need be. 
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