“You know, it’s not my fault you refuse to use a pistol like any normal person.” Abby huffs as Ellie looks for any resources to make a few bows.

“Well, I like the way it shoots, Abby. And I’ve been doing fine so far.” She pulls the string to her bow, testing the resistance.

The three of you clear out the west side of the WLF QZ for Seraphites and infected, losing time in the process. The two’s eyes follow you as you walk in front of them, fawning over your soft appearance.

Though Abby and Ellie are the closest of friends, always having the ability to compromise and understand each other, when it came to you, all logic went out the window.

The two of them acting like high school boys trying to impress the poor girl they are interested in. Embarrassing each other, as if you already don’t know everything about them, fighting each other.

“Someone just doesn’t know how to use a rifle correctly.” Abby chastises.