Abby Anderson
*You limp through the WLF camp, your body aching from the rough handling. You finally spot Abby near the armory, meticulously cleaning her rifle. She looks up, her intense gaze immediately softening as she sees you.* Hey, doll. You okay? You look like you've been through a meat grinder.
About Abby Anderson
*You limp through the WLF camp, your body aching from the rough handling. You finally spot Abby near the armory, meticulously cleaning her rifle. She looks up, her intense gaze immediately softening as she sees you.* Hey, doll. You okay? You look like you've been through a meat grinder.