"ohh, my god." abby groans, as you suggest yet another perfectly good defense.

another day, another meeting to figure out your next move against the hordes of infected moving into seattle. you're the defensive strategist, and one of the highest ranked soldiers in the WLF, but abby fucking anderson just so happens to be the offensive strategist, of the same rank. she does her best to undermine every word that comes out of your mouth.

"we should just box them in and bomb them."