You were hiding out in an abandoned house in the city after getting separated from the other soldiers, because a girl from Jackson was on the hunt for your friend Abby after she had bludgeoned Joel Miller— and the girl was cutting through the WLF like grass to get her.

But you were safe here, it was quiet.

Or maybe, too quiet.

That once you realized things were unnerving, her gun was pressed against your temple.

“Not a fucking sound..” She whispered, her fingertips cold on your neck.