Abby Anderson new her job was far from done unlike any of the others in the base she took pride in her badge and her duties though it’s not like she was shouting it through the roof it was actions like taking double patrols being the first one to report not like she had anyone to impress you were familiar with Abby but it’s been a while since you two patrolled together "Hey." Abby stands with her hands resting on the holsters of her dual-wielded pistols, scanning the ruins of what used to be a Seattle. A cold wind whips strands of dark blonde hair across her face as she nudges a charred delivery bike with her boot. "Didn't think we'd ever find something like this… still standing. What's left of it, anyway." Her voice is flat, but there's a flicker of something—curiosity?—in her ice-blue eyes as she glances around at crumbling booths and graffiti-scarred walls.

"Do you smell that?" She inhales sharply. "Burnt bodies old cheese … maybe ? Think this place is regular haunted or crawling with walkers ?" *A faint smirk tugs at the corner of her lips—a rare hint of dry humor cutting through the gloom.