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Sarah Moretti

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a character in “The Walking Dead: The Other Group”, originally authored by WildSky214, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Nicknames: She hates it when people give her nicknames


Age:⌋ 26


Gender:⌋ Female


Nationality:⌋ Italian American, but mostly American


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[⌈Potential Interest:⌋ N/A


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Hair Color:⌋ Dark Brown


Eye Color:⌋ Blue


Skin Tone:⌋ Olive


Height:⌋ 5’3’


Weight:⌋ 130lbs


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Personality: Sarah is a very serious and no nonsense person. She sees herself as being realistic, while others see her as being negative. Because of being repeatedly cheated on by her husband, she is little untrusting, especially towards men, and tends to act cold to people she doesn’t know very well. Once she does invite someone into her shell, though, she can be a warm, loving, motherly person. She is very calm and level-headed under pressure.

She has a bit of a one track mind and when she’s concentrating on something, it takes a lot to rouse her from her thoughts. She is very stubborn, and when she sets her mind to something, she intends to do it. She never gives up, and does not tolerate those who do.
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History: Sarah was born on Long Island, New York in Nassau County to a middle class family. Her father, Antonio Moretti, owned a bookstore, and her mother, Jennifer Hanson Moretti, was a kindergarten teacher. As an only child, Sarah was slightly spoiled, but no less determined to make something of herself and studied hard at school, usually forgoing hanging out with her friends and thus alienating herself. Her dream was to one day become a surgeon general, and believed that in order to attain this dream, she had to focus all of her attention on her schoolwork.

In the tenth grade she met Nick Wilson, who was from London, England was going to finish out his high school years with cousins. He was a wild and irresponsible and she instantly fell in love with him. For three years they had an on-again off-again relationship, usually because she had ignored him a bit in favor of something school-related, causing him to cheat, but they always got back together.
After high school, Sarah went back to England with Nick where they got married so they could stay together. Sarah worked at a library to help pay for her college classes while Nick worked part-time as a bartender and a full time drunk. At twenty-four Sarah had earned her Master’s Degree in Medical Science, and applied for medical school, but admission was too competitive, and, despite her high grades, she was rejected. So she got a job as a nurse until a spot opened up.

Two years later, she was still working as a nurse when her and Nick started having problems. She was angry at him for always being drunk and cheating on her, and he was angry that she never had enough time for him. Deciding it would be best to take a break for a while, Sarah packed her bags got on a plane to Cynthiana, Kentucky, where her parents had moved to so they could live in warmer weather. It was only a few days after she arrived at her parents’ house when the epidemic started. They holed up for a while, thinking they were safe in their own house, but they became careless and both of Sarah’s parents were killed by Walkers, while she managed to escape.


Other:⌋ Being the type who was always prepared, Sarah put emergency supplies in a backpack as soon Walkers started appearing. Here is a list of what’s in there:

  • Scissors
  • Medical Tape and Gauze
  • Band-Aids and Bandages
  • A Saline Solution
  • Latex Gloves
  • Surgical Sutures and Surgical Needles
  • A Flashlight
  • A Pack of Double A Batteries
She had previously had a water bottle and two granola bars, but those had been used up before she met the group.




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So begins...

Sarah Moretti's Story

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Character Portrait: Scott Vane Character Portrait: Ellie Vane Character Portrait: Moira Bradley Character Portrait: Jonathan Morgan Character Portrait: Arthur Murphy Character Portrait: Sarah Moretti

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Not for the first time, Sarah thought back to the events that brought her to this apartment with these people she didn’t know or trust. She had to choke back tears when she remembered the look on her parents faces as they were overwhelmed by Walkers, their screams for her to run still ringing in her ears. She felt guilty knowing that lived while her parents didn’t, and wondered if there was something she could have done. She even spared a thought to her husband overseas, knowing that without a plane or a boat, she’d never see him again.

Sarah clutched her backpack to her chest as she leaned against the wall, her fingers laced together to keep her hands from shaking. A loud noise from outside startled her, causing her jerk and let out a whimper. She guessed that a Walker had knocked something over, a trashcan perhaps, and looked around to see if anyone had noticed her temporary show of fear. Luckily, no one was focused on her, they were too busy worrying about the Walkers, and her embarrassment faded.

“We’d need to have the power of a small army to barrel our way through Walkers,” she said, responding to Bradley. “We’d be overwhelmed for sure. Hopping windows doesn’t sound like a much better idea, but it’s not impossible.”

She walked over to the refrigerator, took out her four water bottles, and put them in her backpack. From the sounds of the Walkers in the hallway, they didn’t have very much time before they would have to make a run for it, and warm water was better than no water.

Sarah turned around to face the others in the room. Obviously they looked just as miserable as she was, which made her feel worse. There were all stuck in a hopeless situation that they would likely never get out of. Picking up her backpack and slinging it over shoulder, she walked over to the window where Bradley and two others- she couldn’t quite remember their names- were standing.

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Character Portrait: Scott Vane Character Portrait: Ellie Vane Character Portrait: Moira Bradley Character Portrait: Jonathan Morgan Character Portrait: Arthur Murphy Character Portrait: Sarah Moretti

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Jonathan's hazel eyes switched between his recent allies while he sanded smooth his weapon, a 3 foot wooden pole he had scavenged a little while back, with a pathetic piece of sandpaper. He had long since collected his water rations, wanting to have everything together as soon as possible in case he had to make a run for it. It was kind of them to allow him to remain with them and to share their rations, but he could still not yet trust the group, with the exception of their apparent leader, Bradley. Regardless, he didn't want to make them trust him any less, and so he sat against on the ground with his back to one of the nearer walls, but far enough away that he wasn't going to make them uncomfortable. For a moment he thought that someone had looked at him, but upon checking he saw everyone looking away. Shaking his head, Jonathan returned to smoothing off the pole. He liked to do things like this lately to keep his hands and mind busy so he didn't have to think of Melissa, and her death by the Walkers. He closed his eyes as his eyes began to sting to hold back the tears.
'Don't cry, you have to move on,' he thought to himself, his jaw set in a determined line. 'You have a sister who is waiting for you, and you have to find her.'

Voices dragged his mind away to the real world, though their words did not seem to register in until a moment later. He listened to Bradley's explanation of the their situation and first option intently. When she gestured towards the window he understood immediately and gave a quiet snort of amusement before she could explain.
'This is going to interesting to see,' he thought to himself as he began to guess the different reactions of the others. The one he imagined would be most against it was the older man with the Irish accent on the opposite side of the table to himself, whose name eluded him.

"There is another window over there on that building, and I know it sounds risky but its better than going out the front door. The ledge on this window is wide enough that two people could stand on it if they were pressed against the wall, and the ledge on the other looks similar. If we could find something to lay across to the other side we could get out that way."

For a second, Jonathan thought he saw looks of doubt on their faces, but he didn't think about figuring out if he was right. Bradley had come up with a decent plan, and right now probably their best one. Before anyone could shoot it down, he had to give his support for the plan. As he opened his mouth and drew in some air to speak, another voice beat him to the punch.
“We’d need to have the power of a small army to barrel our way through Walkers. We’d be overwhelmed for sure. Hopping windows doesn't sound like a much better idea, but it’s not impossible.” He smiled slightly at her, then, for one of the first times since arriving, spoke to the group.

"I agree," Jonathan spoke, his southern accent coming through his deep, husky voice, "it's crazy, but it's a good plan." With a little effort from his weary muscles, Jonathan pushed himself up into a standing position, but let himself slouch a little. Being that tall has its disadvantages sometimes. He put away the sandpaper into his bag, double checking it was closed securely after subtly making sure his gun was still wrapped up inside, and grabbed his weapon. Until he was sure he could trust the group he was wary about revealing too much, especially that he had a handgun in his bag. He was almost out of ammo anyway.

Making his way to the window slowly to join the others, he took a quick glance outside at how far the drop was. There would be a chance they could survive, but he didn't feel like testing. His eyes fell on Bradley.
"When do we start?"

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Character Portrait: Scott Vane Character Portrait: Ellie Vane Character Portrait: Moira Bradley Character Portrait: Jonathan Morgan Character Portrait: Arthur Murphy Character Portrait: Sarah Moretti

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" Yes your right you two, it does sound crazy but right now...it's our best chance out of here." Said Ellie as she gave a small nod in agreement her arms crossed. Ellie's gaze moved from Jonathan to Bradley and from her to the window. She squinted her eyes observing the opposite ledge thinking. After a few minutes of silence Ellie looked back over to Bradley " I think I know how to get across, it may work but I don't know." With that Ellie turned to her brother Scott. " Yo, Scotty follow me." Scott raised his head looking up at his sister and sighed as he got onto his feet. He brushed the dust and dirt off his pants but knowing there was no use for that since they will most likely get dirty again later. The two siblings disappeared into the ransacked bedroom, mumbling noises being heard from inside before they both come out holding a large piece of the bed frame they used to board up the door earlier.

Ellie held her end while Scott also easily held his end despite the board being pretty heavy. They set the board down beside the window carefully as Ellie looked up at Bradley questioningly." Do you think this will do?". Scott on the other hand rubbed the back of his head as he let out another sigh. " It might work but there is still a few more hours until day light and we are practically blind in the dark so I suggest we wait until sunrise," He turned to look at the others as he continues. " Right guys?" Scott didn't know if the others would agree but he was sure confident in his suggestion. " Plus the extra hours till sun rise we can spend gathering anything we can that is useful from this place don't you think?" He added on as he then turned to Bradley looking at her confidently.

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Character Portrait: Scott Vane Character Portrait: Ellie Vane Character Portrait: Moira Bradley Character Portrait: Jonathan Morgan Character Portrait: Arthur Murphy Character Portrait: Sarah Moretti

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Sarah Moretti

Sarah watched the siblings and thought about how nice it was that they had someone they could rely on no matter what. Her heart ached for that kind of companionship, but in these times trust was hard to come by. She knew she would have to rely on herself if she was going to survive, but she also knew that she wasn’t going to get out of here alive if she didn’t work with these people. For now she would have to trust them, and hope that they would lead her to a city full of people where she could once again blend in with the crowd.

Looking around, Sarah could find nothing of any use to her. She wasn’t much of a fighter. Sighing dejectedly, she started doing what she did best – organizing. She knelt down in front of bookcase and started arranging the books alphabetically. One book was so heavy she almost dropped it. Curious, she opened it, only to find it hollowed out. She picked up the semi-automatic that was inside, made sure the safety was on, and then stuck it in her jean’s pocket. Hopefully, since she didn’t have any training with a gun, she wouldn’t have to try to use it.

A few more books in their place later, Sarah felt a pain in her right index finger. Lifting it to her face to inspect it, she saw that it had been split open. Looking down, she saw a picture with broken glass and covered with her blood. She picked it up with her good hand and examined it. A couple staring lovingly at their baby. She smiled at the picture of the happy family who must have been the ones to live in the apartment.

Her smile quickly vanished and her mood plummeted. She set the picture on top of the bookcase and made her way over to her backpack. “I found a picture of the family that used to live here,” she said to no one in particular. “They’re probably dead now. Like we’re going to be soon. Do we even know where we’re going once we get out of here?” Grateful that her finger didn’t need stitches, she pulled her out her roll of gauze and clumsily tried to wrap her finger with her non-dominate hand. She knew she would feel bad about being so negative later, if there was a later, but right now she was in too sour a mood to care.