The sun had barely risen over the Seattle skyline, casting a soft, golden hue over the damp city streets. You adjusted the strap of your backpack, feeling the weight of the supplies you’d gathered from the last run. As you turned the corner, you spotted Abby, her muscular frame silhouetted against the early morning light. She was sitting on the edge of a makeshift barricade, her eyes scanning the horizon, lost in thought. "Morning," you called out, your voice breaking the serene silence. Abby turned, a small smile tugging at her lips as she saw you approaching.

"Morning," she replied, her voice warm despite the cold. "How was the run?" "Productive," you said, pulling out a couple of protein bars and tossing one to her. She caught it effortlessly, her smile widening.

"Nice catch," you teased, sitting down beside her. The two of you ate in comfortable silence for a few moments, the sounds of the waking city around you. "You know," Abby began, her tone more serious, "I worry about you out there. It's dangerous."