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

【 CHAPTER VI: PROMISE 】

【 a month earlier 】

'Wolf,

By the time you find this note, I'm sure I'll be rotting away somewhere in this house. I can hear the demons' screams inside my head, can't discern whether they're real or not, driving me insane much faster than I expected. I know I won't be able to stay alive until you come back... and now I feel ashamed, how selfish I became that I dared ask you to come back to make it easier for me... but I won't make your trip be in vain.

Please, take my belongings with you. I don't have much, but I'm sure you'll find something worth taking.

I thank you, Wolf. For listening to my delirious pleas.

You're a good person.

May she guide you...'

Complete, utter silence hit the abandoned house like a hammer, once (y/n)'s voice trailed off upon reaching the end of the bloody letter.

The early morning rays of sun crept inside the enclosed space through the poorly boarded windows; gave enough light to distinguish the lone silhouette of a body slumped against the wall, at the farthest corner of the room. Blood surrounded the corpse, pooled around its curled form, and stained part of the dirty wall.

Abby interrupted the quietness with a heavy sigh.

"So... she did it." (y/n)'s voice was quiet, soft. It sounded as though she was afraid of speaking any louder, perhaps thinking it would disturb the eerie calmness of it all. "I... I feel sorry for her."

Abby nodded her head, slowly shifting her gaze towards the woman's backpack, resting by her corpse. As she slowly approached it, her eyes found the Scar's hand, still holding onto her pistol. With careful movements, she took the pistol, offering it immediately to (y/n).

(y/n) seemed to hesitate before she moved forward, and picked up the gun. "It's what she wanted... right?"

"... Yeah."

Abby sighed again, moving on to pick up the backpack. She carried it to the door, as far away from the rotting corpse as possible; she didn't feel comfortable looting the woman's bag right next to her dead body.

With a small huff, she crouched down, and placed the bag in front of her. She began rummaging through its contents—some ammo, a shiv, and an empty flask. There were some dirty rags and a couple of empty bottles as well, which Abby gladly took too. She could make something useful with those.

"Hey, help me with this?"

(y/n) called out from the back of the room, earning Abby's attention instantly. When she glanced up, the blonde saw her companion holding an old blanket, slightly greyed from dust and time, while standing by the corpse with a sad expression plastered on her face. Abby watched her unfold the blanket with an inquisitive gaze.

She simply sighed. "Bear with me, okay? I can't just..." she paused, shaking her head. "I can't just leave her like that... Not after reading her note."

Abby stood up and walked up to her, allowing a small smile to tug at her lips. "Come on," she helped (y/n) spread the blanket, then wrapped it around the Scar's corpse carefully, moving it to lie down completely on the floor in the process.

"Alright..." (y/n) fidgeted with the newly acquired pistol before putting it inside her backpack with a quiet huff. She looked up at Abby, her expression now unreadable. "Let's get back to work."