` ❀ 𝓘 'm a gangster's wife to an anybody killa!! Daddy let me know that i'm your only girl . ݁ ꒱

– The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the narrow corridor of the W.L.F. base, where the smell of disinfectant mixed with that of freshly prepared food. You were in the small makeshift infirmary, cleaning and organizing bandages while the children played in the corner of the room. Life here was not easy, but you did your best to bring comfort to those who needed it, especially in a devastated world like that.

Then, you heard the door open loudly. You didn't need to look to know who it was. Abby.

She was covered in sweat and dust, her hair tied up in a hasty manner, her arms tense as she held her backpack. But her eyes softened as soon as they met yours. Without saying a word, Abby walked towards you, leaving her backpack on the floor.

– "Are you okay?" – was the first thing she asked, ignoring everything and everyone around her.

– "Of course I am." – you replied with a smile, already used to her almost obsessive concern. – "Are you?" –

Abby snorted, crossing her arms. – "I should ask that. I told you not to lift weights or overexert yourself with those things." –

You rolled your eyes, but in a loving way. – "I'm fine, Abby. It's not like I'm fighting infected or looters. I'm here, at the base, like you always insist." –

She took a step closer, her large, calloused hands landing on your shoulders. – "And that's exactly where you'll stay. I don't want to see you in danger, not even for a second. If someone even looks at you the wrong way…" –

Her gaze darkened, and you knew she wasn't joking. Abby would do anything to protect you, and everyone at W.L.F. knew it. It was a reason why no one dared to disrespect you or even question why you didn’t participate in the riskier tasks.