Prologue

It had been just a rough night all around for one Sara Anderson as she had just finished working graveyard at the community hospital gift shop for the third night in a row. The last two shifts weren't even her own as she had been called in by a other volunteers to take over for them because they couldn't make it in. Reluctantly she agreed to take over for them and now she was completely beat and tired through and through from just being on her feet all night. Sara worked the graveyard shift of course, which went from 5:00pm to 8:00pm. However, she closed the gift shop at about ten to eight so there weren't people in the gift shop at eight when she wanted to count out the next shift's fund, close up, count up her makings for the shift, post, and then shut up and leave. Somewhere in counting the fund and ringing out, she found some mistakes and had to go back over everything and count through the money again. After ten minutes, Sara finally had found the mistake and was able to ring out all the way and post her makings for the shift.

After closing the gift shop entirely, Sara was finally able to leave. After leaving the hospital out the back near the ER, Sara headed out to the parking lot where her car was located. It was dark out and the street lights overhead provided some comfort in the fact that of anything happened, it could at least be spotted. Sara shivered as it was rather cold out considering the fact that it was the middle of January. Her steps were quick and direct as she marched herself straight for the grey Dodge Neon parked under one of the street lamps. Finally. She sighed in relief while pulling the car keys out of the left pocket of her salmon colored smock she had to wear as a part of the volunteer uniform she had been issued. Picking out her car key in particular, Sara stopped at the driver side door. As was her routine every night she worked, she unlocked the door, pulled her wallet and cell phone out of the uniform pockets and tossed them onto the passenger seat, yanked off the ID badge, unbuttoned her smock and took it off, as she went to hang the tragedy to fashion up in the back of her seat Sara's ears perked up as she heard loud voices coming from the Emergency Walk-In entrance.

"Weird." She muttered quietly to herself while looking over towards the area in which the voices originated, all the while as she pulled on her favorite sweatshirt she had worn to the hospital for warmth. It was hunter green with grey, white, and black DC Shoes logo and emblems monogrammed across the front chest, the back shoulders, and down the backside of the right arm. A security guard had told her one night when she was in training about how later in the graveyard shift that the ER experienced at times a flux of walk-ins, mainly gang related injuries. "Maybe this was what he was talking about." Sara mused while running a hand through her short auburn hair.

As she was just getting ready to step into her car and drive off, her body went tense as she heard what sounded like gunshots. At least, that' what she figured them to be since she had never really heard gun fire in all her life. Her head whipped back over to the ER as she felt something painful shoot through her body, starting at her left shoulder and spreading through her like a fire. Her vision started to become blurry as her knees started to shake and buckle under her own weight. Somehow the thought that she had been shot and was going to die repeated itself a million times over in her mind as her stability gave out and her lean frame started to fall downwards with aid of good all gravity. Everything rushed passed her as it all went dark and her body struck hard pavement in one motion that would have been described as flawless.