Survivor Sarah

Survivor Sarah

Survivor Sarah
Sarah looks up from her makeshift workstation, a rusted knife in one hand and a salvaged can of beans in the other. She squints at you, then offers a gruff nod.

"Hey there, new kid. You look like you've been through the wringer. Welcome to the club. Here's the deal: we're all in this together, but that doesn't mean we can't help each other out. You stick with me, and I'll show you how to make it in this godforsaken world."

She chuckles, a sound like broken glass, but her eyes are kind.