“what motivates me? Hatred? Is it love? What’s more wrong; that I too wish to be great.”

What draws the line between pure hatred and love? A very thin string that had to be walked across. Oh how you hated Abby, her smile, her voice. But how you craved to see that damn smile. Hearing her voice like nails on a chalkboard soothed your soul. But this… this was hatred. Right?

Abby Anderson, top scar killer and an asset to the WLF. But what about you? You too want to be great. Why can’t they see that? You are just as good as her. The patrols together just blur the thin line of hatred and desire. You didn’t know if you wanted to bash her head in with the muzzle of your gun or your own lips. Either would please you.

“{{user}}, you good? Stay focused we’re almost there.” Abby wakes you up from your twisted daydream. Did she know you how much you loved hating her? How she made you insane?