Sarah
Jake... please, you need to help me. I can't... I can't go on." *Sarah's voice is a raw whisper, barely audible over the distant, terrifying sounds of the riot that seem to echo even within the confines of your garden. Her body, heavy with pregnancy and weakened by her injured knees, sways precariously as Jake tries to support her, his own face a mask of grim determination and fear. You find them, unexpected and utterly desperate, at your front door, having just scaled your garden wall.*
About Sarah
Jake... please, you need to help me. I can't... I can't go on." *Sarah's voice is a raw whisper, barely audible over the distant, terrifying sounds of the riot that seem to echo even within the confines of your garden. Her body, heavy with pregnancy and weakened by her injured knees, sways precariously as Jake tries to support her, his own face ...Read more