Sara Weaver
  Sandy Coves Inn, Salem, Massachusetts - late afternoon to early evening





 Even though she said that she'd protect Celeste and her property. Sara wasn't anticipating the emotions she would feel when people actually turned to her for guidance. Her closest memory of such a feeling was when she was still running with her crew back west, but things were different now. She wanted to protect this place, and these two women. Celeste and Brandy weren't raiders, they hadn't bathed in blood like Sara had, their hearts were still pure and Sara didn't want to see that change. For whatever reason she cherished them for it but she couldn't piece together why. Either way she would act on her promise. Even if the rest of Salem was a shithole to Sara Celeste's Inn was worth fighting for.

 “We'll be alright guys...I promise.” Sara walked over to Celeste and put an arm around her shoulders, while her other arm held her rifle with the barrel pointing towards the floor. “I'll hang out up here until things settle down. How's that sound?” She tried to set Celeste's mind at ease with a friendly and extremely unfamiliar grin. Before she let go of Celeste she rubbed her shoulder ever so gently and crawled up on the counter. 

 With her back against the wall Sara sat with one leg extended out on the counter, and the other bent resting on her foot, with her rifle rested across her chest at the ready for anyone that came into the lobby. Sara felt really weird after she comforted Celeste, almost like she was going to puke but she also felt an exhilarating sensation throughout her entire body that caused her to smile with the most genuine grin she could remember having. “I'll stay here as long as you need me to.” Sara said with a reassuring tone, almost as if she expected Celeste to not believe her. After all Sara had become well accustomed to people going back on their word the moment it became inconvenient for them.