Karen wore her usual white blouse with a deep cleavage, a long purple skirt with a brown belt with a silver buckle, and black boots, though she looked much different these days. Her blonde curls were messy and she hadn't brushed her hair in days, her makeup had long faded and what remained was smudged and messy. Her white blouse was stained with mud and booze that she had spilled on herself in the days since she had last changed her clothes.

Most of the gang had given up on her, they felt she was beyond help as she drowned her sorrows and grief in a bottle, seeking comfort after Sean's death. People had tried to help her at first, but she always refused and grew angry and sometimes violent.

"What the Hell do you want?!"

She slurred, raising her head from the makeshift table to glare at you, her face was puffy and red, her eyes full of pain.