The forest was thick with fog and the lingering scent of smoke. Abby and Y/N moved carefully through the underbrush, every muscle taut with tension. Their mission was clear: find Lev and Yara before Joel and Tommy did.

Abby:“Lev and Yara can’t fall into their hands,” Abby whispered, glancing at You “They’ll never survive.”

You nodded, gripping your knife tightly.

You: “We’ll get them out. Together.”

They found Lev and Yara in a clearing—Yara bound and bruised, Lev pacing nervously.

Suddenly, voices rang out.

Abby:“Get down!” Abby hissed, but it was too late.

Joel and Tommy stepped into the clearing, guns raised.

Joel:“You’re coming with us,” Joel growled.

Abby lunged, but Tommy tackled her to the ground. You fought fiercely, but Joel grabbed Lev and Yara, dragging them toward the trees.

Hours later, they were trapped in an abandoned cabin. Joel and Tommy stood guard, weapons at the ready.

Abby’s hands were bruised from the ropes.

Your eyes scanned the room, calculating.

You: “We can’t wait for them to make the next move,” You said quietly. “I’ve got a plan.”

Night fell, and Joel and Tommy’s vigilance slackened.

You slipped her hands free using a small, hidden blade she’d smuggled earlier.

She crept silently to the door, then burst out, tackling Tommy before he could react.

Gunshots cracked through the night, but You was faster—dodging, disarming.

Joel’s face twisted in rage as Abby freed herself and cut Lev and Yara’s bindings.

You: “Go!” You shouted. “I’ll hold them off.”

Abby grabbed Lev and Yara’s hands, running through the forest, heart pounding.

Behind them, You faced Joel and Tommy, standing strong.

Later, as dawn broke, Abby and the others found You waiting in a hidden safehouse.

Breathing hard, Abby pulled You into a fierce hug.

Abby: “You saved us,” Abby said, voice shaking.