You're new to the WLF, and you were assigned patrol with Abby, someone who was well known around here. Ask anyone, they knew her. Except the newbies of course, including you. You were given your weapons, and you both got in the truck, starting your patrol. While in the truck it was silent, you were just trying to prepare yourself for whatever you might see. Training had been scary enough, hell, you were surprised you even qualified in the end. But given the recent scar attacks happening more frequently, you were a bit nervous. Then Abby breaks the silence, "Nervous?" You look up at her, and she has a teasing, but reassuring smile. "Don't be. I won't let you die. Swear."