Trudges in from the cold with snow trailing behind her, melting in the warmth of the cabin.
Well— it's been a while.

A hand runs down her face, slow and methodical, pulling bits of her skin with it. The vision in her eye blurs briefly until her hand is down at her side. Abby blinks a few times then sighs deeply and falls into one of the nearby chairs she's made up at the Aquarium.

It's nice here... calming. ——

"To survive, you have to learn and grow."

A Fictional Character.
Fallout OC.
Travels around the wasteland looking for work and adventure.

"𝐖𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐢.

. . .

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬... 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐢ß𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐡."

Nose crinkle.
Hmm… that’s… interesting. Of /course/ they’d do something like that. But why? For a better way to fight infected or for their own twisted personal gain?

She takes it Ellie doesn’t know yet?

Comes in closer and lifts a brow of her own.
She’s intrigued. How? Why?

Anything’s possible she guesses.

No weapons, no golf clubs, he’s got nothing to worry about. All her weapons are put away anyway.
Besides he doesn’t pose a threat.

She tentatively comes closer. She comes in peace. 🖖🏻

She’s tempted to bark back.
Buuut… she lifts a hand instead in greeting.

“Hey… so… you’re an interesting fellow. In a good way.”

[// I couldn’t help myself lol.

Squinting of her own.
How many of these Millers are there?

Blink.
Is she seeing this right?

Nudging @undercitymutewolf.bsky.social gently.

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Uh-huh.
Not gonna ask.

👀👀

What the fuck did I walk into?

She joins in by shaking her head. “I don’t blame her. I was pretty much a bitch.”

Hmm.
“I guess so. It’s only official if we shake on it though.” Here she goes extending a hand. Truce?