<blockquote><div><cite>Eferhilda wrote:</cite>Sara's smiled faltered for a moment as she remembered the most traumatizing event in her life, she could not keep the pain from her eyes as she relives the whole moment in an instant. Taking a deep breath she pushes that one aside and tries to think about some of the happier moments. "Before the End I was a tech sergeant in the Air Force, on way to becoming a Master Sergeant. When the end came our base tried to maintain control to keep the peace but it soon lost the fight. Not wanting to get caught in the chaos some men from my unit and I loaded up from the armory and then set out on our own. We were about 15 strong, I lead them being the highest ranked one and we tried to find our places in the world that had crumbled about us." she paused for a moment as these memories came back to her after so long having been buried. "We even managed to help people along the way...." smiling as she remembered a fond experience, "We came to a small town where a group of men had taken over and were using all of the women and young girls for their own sick pleasure. Since we were armed when we came they offered us a chance to join them, well the men to join them. But my platoon turned them down and we had a fire fight. Our body armor saved us from their shots and we killed them all; to the last man. Apparently they had locked up the men from these families using them to force the women to comply. We freed them and gave them some of spare guns to help them defends themselves against anymore attacks." she shrugged now as she threw another stick on the fire, "That was the only time we ever did anything that was right...that helped others. After that it became more about survival and less about honor." Taking a deep breath as her eyes locked back all of the emotion she had allowed to show, though she did meet his eyes just once more before she had locked it all away again. "So tell me do you have tales from your past that you are willing to share?" she asked gesturing for the bottle back, she needed a drink to help push away those faces and smells, memories that were threatening to over whelm her.</div></blockquote>