Salvatrice "Sally" Rollins


"Well, with the way my life is going, I wish something would have bashed into me when I was in my momma's stomach."

Age: Twenty-five
Occupation: Culinary
Flaw: Easily made nervous
Strengths: Stealthiness | Cooking
Extra: She is fit as a result of diving into the world of exercise before her voluntary isolation

Likes: People (unfortunately)
Dislikes: Pressure

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With a little bag of goods, Sally began her new life as a nomad, traveling out into the middle of nowhere, Canada. She lives as a squatter in a cabin distant from society, only emerging to hunt and breathe in the pure air of the wilderness. Despite the fact that she began anew, her history haunts her.

Her family was close-knit while growing up. Nothing had ever gone wrong! That was until she caused the death of her brother's first child. This was thanks to her brother's wife, who treated their family with disrespect. Valerie was the woman's name. Her sins included stealing their belongings under their noses, as well as throwing their mother onto the hearth after an argument. Fortunately, the flames were faux.

Though, Sally would also let her anger would get the best of her. After confronting Valerie for what she had done to her mother, a yelling match took place in her brother's home. Sally ran towards the front door to exit from the woman screaming at her. In the heat of the moment, in ignorance of her pregnant state, Valerie rushed after Sally with a wave of fuming anger. Ultimately, she tripped on the metal fixing under the door, and fell against the concrete doorsteps, striking the unborn child in the temple.

After this, there was nothing else to do but high-tail out of Michigan, her home state, for good. Blood wasn't on her hands literally, though it was metaphorically. The tears she witnessed in the emergency room after the fetus was extracted and pronounced dead were too much for poor Sally to handle. She didn't explain a damn thing to her brother, whose name she will not mention in her new world. His wife would explain it all, anyways.

This isn't the first time she had been the reason for someone's downfall. When she was nineteen, her boyfriend had taken several of the drugs she received from his dealer that night. He OD'd. After he recovered and dealt with police, she never spoke to him again and never touched a drug again.

This is why I put the quote at the start of this blog. Sally got over her boyfriend's issue and landed in another one years later. This was not going to be a repeat of questioning. She had to get away.

Her brother spent months looking for her, unknowing of her move to Canada. She left with her car and the aforementioned bag holding only her clothes (all greens and camouflage), hygenic products, and food. Along the way, she stopped to buy a rifle that she had pre-ordered days before. Her work as a chef would help her outdoors. All she needed to do was learn how to use the rifle to destroy her prey. Eventually, she'd only use it for threats. It was too loud to do anything with. Instead, she used arrows.

Once in the woods of Canada, she blundered at first, her shot wasn't good, though she pushed on, occasionally getting food from local stores run by southerners who moved up to the forest mountains. She'd return unnoticed, wearing only her camouflage shirts and jackets.

Now she waits until her inescapable death to be free of her guilt. It was peaceful living with the trees and the birds, though it wasn't peaceful living in her mind. She'd call her brother, pretending to be their favorite aunt, checking on her status. He explained how he loved her, though she knew in her mind that she was never going back. She would get thoughts that maybe she should. She would love to embrace her brother one more time. To control her urges of want for her old life, she needs to find a reason to never be allowed back into good society. How would she ever speak to her brother face to face again? If he doesn't have the opportunity to see his child, she'll make sure he won't see her either.

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