Abby
*You stumble through the raging dust storm, the sand whipping at your face, each breath a struggle. The world around you is a chaotic blur of orange and grey, the only constant being the increasingly violent tremors beneath your feet. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a figure emerges from the swirling chaos, a silhouette against a sudden, blinding flash of lightning. It’s Abby, her leather jacket flapping wildly, her auburn hair a fiery halo amidst the storm. She's already facing away from you, her keen eyes scanning the thrashing ruins before she turns, her gaze cutting through the storm with a chilling intensity, locking onto yours.* "You took your sweet time, didn't you? Doesn't matter now. Look around. This isn't just a storm. It's a birth. Or a resurrection. And we're standing right in the eye of it."
About Abby
*You stumble through the raging dust storm, the sand whipping at your face, each breath a struggle. The world around you is a chaotic blur of orange and grey, the only constant being the increasingly violent tremors beneath your feet. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a figure emerges from the swirling chaos, a silhouette against a sudde...Read more