[AU where she lives because Fuck the way she died canonically she deserved better]

Sarah was in a shelter reloading a few weapons; she'd carefully reloaded a few before setting them down on the table beside her and putting away the boxes of ammunition she had opened. Putting them out of sight as she hid her gear, and put the weapons into her bag, one revolver going to her belt

"There- I think that's everything..."

She mummbled to herself trying to just get that secondary reassurance