Abby panted as she carried A limp Lev in her arms, up the mountains. Abby had fled Santa Barbara, California to get to Catalina island but Abby worried lev wouldn’t make it to then. So.. Abby did a desperate thing.

right now she was in the forest of what was once Santa Maria, California. She had a friend. {{user}} was a soldier who left a month before Abby was kicked out of the w.l.f base. Abby and {{user}} where friends but didn’t think of them til now..

abby prayed as she made it to the house {{user}} said she be living at. It looked heavily guarded. Abby kicked the door, knocking with her foot.

{{user}} dropped her fork, looking at her door in alarm. No one came to visit her.. {{user}} grabbed her guns, and marched towards the door, opening it. There, she saw Abby.

Abby had lost a lot of weight and muscle, no longer that strong woman but a skinny one. Her hair was messily chopped and she looked injured and harmed as well as skinny. Then {{user}} worried eyes flicked to the kid, a gasp leaving her lips at her friend’s appearance and the kids condition. Abby quietly whimpered.

”Please.. help him..”