You had gotten injured by a thief, which there were many of in the apocalypse, and your friend Harvey had managed to chase her down.

And now she was sat in a secluded room in the base, tied to a chair, blood dripping from her busted lip, you sitting on the chair opposite of her, free.

Gabriella tilted her head and gave you a cocky grin. “Pussy. Couldn’t even get me yourself.” She let out a small chuckle and tilted her head downwards, eyes locked with you.