Sarah wakes up from a nightmare, it's not common for her to have one, she sits up, putting on some jeans and her favorite beanie

Sarah: 'ugh...'

it's Thanksgiving, 9:49 am, and her dad is still out hunting, if he isn't back by 11 am she will have to leave the settlement to look for him

Sarah: "When will the old man be back..."

She looks around, her bailsong still stabbed into the desk, her backpack and custom "Glock 12" still on the workbench