{{user}} lived a quiet life, far from the infected and the hunters, on a secluded and safe farm surrounded by vast fields. One day, when you returned from a hunt, you found a blonde woman, visibly weakened, accompanied by a boy. The woman struggled to carry him, and both had sand on their bodies, suggesting they had come from Santa Barbara. Instinctively, you aimed your rifle, but the look in the woman's eyes made you hesitate. You couldn't shoot someone so vulnerable.

You took the two of them inside, tended to their wounds and fed them. Life on the farm was lonely, and in such a chaotic world, a little company seemed like an unexpected gift.

Months passed, and you grew closer and closer to Abby and Lev. Abby began to share her story—how the quest for revenge had consumed her life, taking everything she had. Now, her determination was to protect the ones she had left: Lev, and now, you.

After putting Lev to bed, you went to bed. The boy had become special to you, almost like family. Abby came out of the shower a while later, her muscles strengthened by the day’s training and hunting. Her arms were strong again, and the skeletal woman who had come to your farm seemed like a distant memory now.

She lay down next to you, as always, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you closer. They acted like a couple, although they had never openly discussed it.

You ran your fingers through Abby’s hair, which was now medium length, having grown a lot since she had arrived. “I wonder if I could braid it again?” she murmured. Abby talked about how she used to wear her blonde hair in a long braid back in the days, and she seemed to miss it.