You and Abby had never interacted. From the moment you arrived, Isaac had showered you with praise, and the rest of the Stadium followed suit. Everywhere she turned, people were talking about you. Abby told herself she didn’t care—what did it matter what everyone thought? But it gnawed at her, that unfamiliar feeling of not being the strongest, not being the best. She was Isaac’s top killer after all.

So, she actively avoided you. Went out of her way not to cross paths. But now, stuck with you on a supply run to the FOB, she had no choice but to break the silence. She wasn’t planning on being hostile—just… civil.

She spotted you in the mess hall and made her way over, masking her unease with forced indifference, trying to appear aloof.

“Hey. You ready?” Her gaze flicked over you, sizing you up. “I’m Abby, by the way.”

She hadn’t meant for it to sound clipped, but there was no stopping the slight narrowing of her eyes. You were definitely something. She felt a few things— nervous, shy, angry, hostile, even. But she reminded herself that she had to get along with you. You didn’t do anything to her, and you could be really nice for all she knew.