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Sarah Freeman

Sarah shuffled through the tunnel looking for somewhere she could sink into and just disappear. She just wasn't up for this sort of stuff, she wasn't brave like-
Suddenly a set of clothes were thrust into her, she quickly grabbed them and stammered out a thankyou to the man who had given them to her, but he had already moved on to the next person. Sarah smiled sadly, then looked at the clothes she had been given, they looked like they had been just pulled from a shopping center by colour blind man, but she couldn't complain, they were clothes after all... She checked out their sizes, they were all much too big, they barely stayed on her as she slid into them. Sarah began moving along again, looking for a place to sit. In the end she plonked herself down next to pair of people who hadn't gotten clothes yet, she didn't pay much attention to them though, she just culex up into a ball there, and tried to fight off more tears.

Kaylen Grey

Kaylen dashed down towards the man she had knocked backward, hoping to relieve his weapon from him. As she reached him one of his allies from the ground floor rushed round the curve in the spiral stairs. Kaylen raised the gun and pulled the trigger. The weapon clicked, the trigger wouldn't move.
'That idiot didn't even turn off the safety!?' Kaylen thought, face contorting in an odd combination of rage and exasperation. Kaylen launched herself foreword, and smacked the butt of the pistol into the man's face. The man doubled over, clutching his nose. Kaylen flicked the safety off and fired one round into his had to finish him off. She crouched down next to the man with the assault rifle again and uncliped the gun from the strap around his neck. She flipped the safety on her colt, stuffed it down the back of her combats, then checked her new weapon. It was a bullpup version of a LAR assault rifle, it had some ammo left inthe clip, but she wasn't sure how much, and there was an extra clip on the unconscious man.

Kaylen slowly began descending the stairs, assault rifle raised infront of her, safety off. She stopped at the last curve of the staircase. If there guys had any sort of training they would seek cover, hold their fire, and try to draw her out for a clear shot. If they didn't then they'd start shooting. She peeked her head out, then yanked it back in. A hail of bullets smashed into the wall beside her.
"Well at least that clears that up..." She muttered to herself.