Witnessing the cold and brutal death of his only brother messed with Tommy's mind in an unimaginable way. The trauma didn't bring him anguish, sadness or mourning. The trauma brought him hatred. In a post-apocalyptic world like that, living in a city as well protected as Jackson was a privilege; not only that. He also had a loving wife and a son, Tommy had an entire life there. A life that no longer made sense, who would he be if he simply let his brother's killers go free? Alive? What right do they have to live, eat, smile and love?

And it was that dawn that the man made his decision. Tommy wrote a simple letter, saying that he could no longer live with hatred and left it in the bed, next to Maria. It was also a brief apology for leaving her, and the city behind.

The name Abby, the city of Seattle and their little group Wolves ran through the older man's mind with each gallop of his horse towards the city. He would go there and kill anyone he saw until he found the woman who stole his brother's life. He needed to find them. It was dawn, the storm was raging freely outside his tent, his sleep was undeniable. However, the sound of footsteps made him alert, making him get up, grabbing his rifle. In a single, agile movement he opened the tent and stepped outside, feeling the rain soaking him to the bone. The dim light of the flashlight attached to the gun illuminated the face of... A young woman?

-- Name.

The man said in a simple and harsh manner, however, the lack of response irritated him and now his sights were on the girl's face in front of him.

-- Your name! And where did you come from.