Renegade [Abby Anderson] [TLOU2] [ON HIATUS]

【 CHAPTER III: ALIVE 】

Compared to the events from that same morning, Chinatown felt like a walk through the park.

Abby found a few infected roaming some buildings, enough to keep things interesting on her way to the marina. In a way, she was grateful for their presence; taking care of them and looting were the only things that managed to help her keep her head straight, focused. After her talk with Isaac some hours prior, she was still too preoccupied with too many a thought—each more unsettling and worrying than the last.

She knew better than to dwell on those thoughts.

Adding a few more infected she had to kill inside a ceramic shop of sorts, Abby took her time looting before she made it to Martyr's Gate. The sight of the truck once again covered completely with useless prayers and wishes to the Prophet made Abby scoff.

"Truce is dead, but you just keep coming back here..." With a sigh, she approached the truck, eyeing warily the flowers on the ground, then the notes on the walls—all of them stuck to the wooden structure placed there for this purpose. "Didn't we just clean all this shit up?"

Abby ignored the notes, and shook her head. She took a small breather before she resumed her way, fighting back worrying thoughts and focusing back on the task.

꧁꧂

The blonde crouched down by a dirty desk with a grunt, somehow managing to hide from two Scars just in time before they noticed her crawling out of that hole in the wall. The two simply stood by a pillar, guarding the perimeter as they conversed among themselves.

Abby ignored their chatter at first, as she mentally grunted in desperation—she had just managed to get out alive from a not so pretty confrontation with another group of Scars near Martyr's Gate, and she was not ready to handle more of them right at that moment. She was tired, her muscles ached from the strain and tension; her stress didn't help her keep a level head either. She found herself committing more errors than right moves.

With a quiet sigh, Abby put her handmade silencer on her pistol, just in case. Her plan was to sneak around the two Scars, make it around their camp, and get back on track. Easy. Doable.

Abby moved quietly around the structure, inadvertently listened to the Scars' chatter as she maneuvered her way from one spot to another.

"The Elders will be pleased to have a camp so close to Martyr's Gate." One of them said. "This site is crude, but it will serve its purpose."

The Wolf kept on moving.

"So... should we help with the search for the runaways?"

"No. Emily is taking a group into the woods at sundown. She'll find them."

"Into the woods? Are they going to free the tainted Wolf as well, then?"

At the word wolf, Abby froze. Hiding behind a pillar, she focused her whole attention on their conversation, a thoughtful frown taking over her tired features.

"Yes. The less time she spends within our grasp, the better."

"Good. May our Prophet grant justice to those apostates, and the Wolf."

"Indeed. May they serve as an example to others."

Abby sighed internally, closing her eyes as she grinded her teeth unconsciously. She realized quickly that the Scars had captured yet another one of her people. This seemed to be happening far more frequent, now more than ever.

Her thought wandered back to Isaac's orders from earlier; Abby now understood why he wanted to attack the island, and soon.

With a shake of her head, Abby focused back on her mission—she needed to find (y/n) and Owen before the whole pack of Wolves got on the move.