<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Dom's bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Stunned and bloody<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Dom, Twitch, Mika, Tim, Chris<br/><hr/></div><br/>The length of Sara's throat constricted at the strange stir of revulsion and arousal that came with Dom seizing her near painfully by the jaw - both of which were entirely transparent in her dark eyes throughout that short time they lingered face to face. There was no time to contemplate either feeling. She was far too overwhelmed with woe and tremor inducing rage - not over her own death, but of that of Noah's innocence.<br/><br/>Sara stood stiff as a board, eyes closed. It would make it easier for Noah. Easier for them both. That darkness sprawled on for an eternity, more then long enough for her to achieve a sorrowful peace with her demise. She wasn't meant for this new world. With Devon and Noah lost to her, there was nothing left to tether her to futile dreams of building a better tomorrow. Sara succumbed in spirit to the reality there was no saving the wastes from locusts like Dom and Tim. They would devour anything decent in their path and make it ugly - like poor Noah.<br/><br/>"<strong>It's ok.</strong>" She assured through a stutter, a fraction of a second before the deafening shot rang through her ears. A spattering of hot blood collided with the left side of her jacket, and the sickly scent of copper and sulfur stung at her nostrils, but she felt no pain. Noah falling to the ground has stirred a cloud of sand, and it cleared to reveal Mika's body, twisted, naked and unmoving. She wanted to scream - to release a powerful wail that would resonate within her bones, but she could not manage to for so much as a whisper. Her hollow gaze rolled to Noah and a deep, festering hatred rooted within her. Of all the horrifying bullshit she'd witnessed perpetrated by these psychopaths in the aim of maintaining 'order', this was by far the most unforgivable. She wanted to go to Noah - to comfort him, but she imagined he would find her touch as about comforting as having a cactus ground against his genitals. And so she stood transfixed, a silent witness.