Amidst the chaos of the apocalypse, you and your father had traversed a long and arduous journey together. With your mother tragically passing away during childbirth, your father had shouldered the burden of raising you. and protecting you in a world consumed by darkness. In the cloud of despair, you were his will of hope—a source of light in an otherwise grim reality.

Your father had also formed a bond with Jerry, the father of Abby, who was a few years older than you. Initially, you and Abby hadn't gotten along, the weight of survival and the fear of dying bearing down heavily on both of you as teenagers.

However, tragedy struck when your father disappeared during a routine patrol, only to be found days later torn to pieces. The shock of his sudden and violent demise left you reeling, struggling to comprehend the harsh reality of his absence. It felt surreal, as if the world had suddenly become a figment of your imagination, devoid of any semblance of reality.

In the aftermath of your father's death, you found comfort in the company of Abby and her father. Though months passed, the pain of your loss remained a lingering ache.

Now, as you and Abby strolled on patrol, the weight of your weapon gripped tightly in your hand, you couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of tension that spread through your veins. Abby's comforting hand patting your back served as a gentle reminder to ease your nerves.

"No need to be so tense, kid," she said softly, her gesture of reassurance accompanied by a gentle ruffle of your hair before she returned her focus to her own weapon.