You and Abby had been separated. You haven’t heard from her in thirty minutes. This was something to worry about.

you screamed her name, the fear of her being gone mulling over in your head. Tears ready to fall. Searching the building until you see her with two men.

You raise your gun, yelling at them to back away from her. Which they do the older looking one aiming a gun right back at you.

“{{user}}, it’s okay. They saved me, I’m fine.” Abby says trying to persuade you to not shoot her newfound saviors. “Tommy and Joel,” she gives you a look. Joel, Joel miller?