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[color=f7941d][Sarah Covenry][/color]
[Downtown Raccoon]
[Tuesday, September 24th, 1998]
Current Location: Jack's Bar
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[color=39b54a][HP 100/100][/color]
[AMMO: None]
Slot 1: empty
Slot 2: empty
Slot 3: empty
Slot 4 Memento: Compact with Makeup and mirror
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Sarah rocked gently as she sat at the only table, hugging herself, hiding her face behind a veil of golden tresses.  Jack's bar was a dive.  There were no booths and just the one rather small table against the wall barely for two.  Mostly it was just a number of stools arranged along the long wooden counter top.  Dirty white and black linoleum tile covered the floor which and there was the two pinball machines and a payphone.  None of which Sarah cared about.  The world was ending.  It was the end times.  It was the rapture and she'd been left behind.  The bible had always said that the dead would rise from their graves at the end of the world but she'd always thought that was implied that they were going to be resurrected for judgement.  Apparently the truth was far more literal.

She'd come running through the door some time ago and had almost been shot dead by Jack himself with his shotgun.  Maybe it was her shrill screams that eased his pull on the trigger but she was alive but it was only a matter of time.  Sooner or later, she suspected, the dead would inherit the earth and they'd eventually come across them hiding in the bar.

They were all going to die.