Sarah

> *"Sorry, but I can't die just yet."*
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Sarah is a Predator Survivor and DEX type Ranger.

## Background

The bigger the trigger, the bigger the change. Finding your life on the line can change someone completely.
That's what happened to Sarah.
Despite her towering height, Sarah somehow managed to come off as a mousy and entirely unremarkable person.
Besides a foray into fencing as a child, she had no particular talents or interests.
She had few friends but found companionship from the stray cats that loitered around her apartment building.
In the midst of the impending apocalypse, Sarah was at work inside a 12-story building. Terrified by the sight of the dead feeding on the living outside, she cowered inside as her coworkers left with the two rescue teams sent to evacuate the building. Abandoned and alone, it was a long time before she stopped trembling enough to search for supplies.
When she got to the lobby, she saw survivors banging on the doors of the building. The rescue team had jammed the doors closed as a last-minute precaution. The survivors screamed and pleaded to be let in as the dead swarmed them from behind. It was her first time seeing it up close. She watched helplessly as the survivors were devoured alive, still calling for help. She fled back to her office and grabbed her headphones. Haunted by the resentful glares of those she had failed to save, Sarah crouched in a corner with her eyes squeezed shut, screaming above the music blasting in her ears.
A long time passed. Raiders had forced open the doors to loot the food stored in the basement and the dead now roamed the lobby. Still hold up inside the building, Sarah was forced to make the perilous trip to the basement whenever she ran out of food. She learned how to move stealthily to avoid being detected by both the living and the dead. Slowly, her hideout became her home.
During one of those trips, Sarah ran into a raider searching for food and he attacked her on sight.
Sarah defended herself with a long ice pick she had found in one of the restaurant freezers. Staggering back, he grabbed his pistol and began firing at her wildly. She ducked behind a desk and yanked out one of its metal drawers to protect herself.
The bullets stopped. Sarah came out from behind the desk and pulled the pick from the raider's chest. A wave of nausea washed over her and her eyes began to well up at the thought of having killed someone.
Biting her lower lip to the point of drawing blood, she came to her senses when she realized she wasn't the same meek, paper-filing Sarah she used to be. She had become someone strong.
The metal drawer that had saved her life became her shield, the long ice pick her épée, and she stepped outside through the shattered glass door.
A couple of the dead shambled over to her but they were slow and easy compared to the raider.
Enjoying her newfound freedom, she came across a couple hunting a cat.
Sarah's eyes fixated on the large duffel bag they carried. It would help her in looting and carrying the supplies she needed.
"Yes, those are bad people," she whispered to herself, gripping her pick.
She approached them unnoticed. The two thought they were the hunters, but to Sarah, they had become the prey.

## Skills

 41 | New Rule | On entering combat: Swiftly gets behind the lowest DEF character, dealing 200% ATK as damage.