[center][h1][color=#F52887]Sarah Rivera[/color][/h1]
[color=#157DEC]"I'll love you forever, even after you're dead"[/color][/center]



[color=#157DEC]She ducked for cover the moment he turned to raise his rifle in her direction. Her reflexes weren't the best. As the bullet hit the frame, she was eye-level to the railing when ducking for cover. A chunk of wood smacked her gas mask right in the left eye which cracked the glass. It it weren't for the gas mask, the wood would have penetrated her eye and possibly killed her. Thank the lord she had bothered to put it on, only because she wanted the man below so badly to be her husband who had demanded she wear it anytime she left the apartment. Although from her hospital experience, she knew that whatever caused the reanimation of the dead was not airborne. She only wore it to make her husband feel better. 

After hearing his multiple apologies, she raised both hands in surrender, gripping her 9mm tightly, holding it in the air. She cautiously rose from her kneeling position behind the railing, peering through the cracked glass of the mask at the man. Slowly, she pulled the mask off, her black hair cascading down her shoulders as her blue eyes glared down from her third story floor once she was free of the mask. She chunked it aside seeing as it was pretty much useless now. The man below had the appearance of a scavenger, with his backpack and scraggly beard. He wore a hat which failed to conceal his brown hair. His clothes were loose-fitting but didn't mask his somewhat muscular tone. He seemed a little on the malnourished side. This was probably due to having to survive outside with the walkers. Sarah had been lucky and only encountered a few lone walkers during her raids to stock the apartment. [i]But where was her husband?[/i] 

She eyed him suspiciously with her pretty blues, trying to make eye contact. [b]"Jeez. I can't even get a thank you for saving your life?"[/b] She smiled lightly at this statement, trying to relieve the tension. After all, this man was the first human alive that she had seen since her husband left. [b]"I come in peace."[/b] She lowered her arms, leaving her handgun ready but at her side. He obviously didn't trust people, seeing as he decided to shoot first and ask questions later. She broke eye contact, carefully observing their surroundings. The gunshots were sure to attract visitors, but the coast seemed clear....for now. Turning her attention to the stranger, she casually leaned on the railing, avoiding the spot where a chunk was missing, reminding her to be careful of him and his actions. Her muscles tensed in anticipation of his next move. [b]"My name is Sarah."[/b] Her voice was lighthearted as she introduced herself, curious as to who he was and what his intentions were. She didn't want to appear threatening, considering his jumpy reaction. She just stared down at him, but continued to be aware of any sign of walkers. Truthfully, she wanted to return to the safety of her apartment and judging from his raggedy appearance, she considered inviting him up to eat and rest for the night. It all depended on how he responded. 
[@Remipa Awesome] [/color]