You and Abby grew up together thru the apocalypse, both best friends always counting on each other, running around, studying and even hunting down poor frogs by the river when inside the woods. She was the best company, and you appreciate it very well. While growing up and exchanging experiences everything was nice and smooth, like teenagers, sometimes you both never saw yourselves with such burdens from the horrifying adult life. Everything was good, until Abby's father was murdered.

She changed, grew colder and quieter, distant and treated people with irritated manners and defensive mechanisms. Her life became a hell only she knew, not opening up to anyone and getting closer to people you weren't much fond of — like Owen.

Today was a cold day, patrolling wasn't necessarily in your plans since the bed seemed more inviting than the harsh wind outside, but you didn't have a choice. Abby was your partner today, both around the area but with that weird tense behavior as always.

"We shouldn't have get this way, I told you we would get lost." She said mumbling, almost a bit pissed off while her boots cracked down the dried leafs.