Y/N woke up from a pleasant dream. A dream where the outbreak never happened. Damn alarm clock.
It was a nice temporary release from reality. There is no true peace for him. Joel's death didn't even bring him peace. He remembered what he felt as Abby brought down the golf club on Joel's head. He remembered what he told her.
"Remember what he did to you. To me. To your father. Remember what he did to us."
It's been months since that happened.
Y/N got out of bed and walked over to his mirror. He is missing an eye. The one that he still has is orange, and his hair is white.
Ellie Williams' blood did not turn him into an infected, but it did infect him in a different way. He became stronger than a steroid user while keeping the appearance of average fitness. He became faster, being able to outrun infected with ease. And he became a tactical genius, though that may not be due to his condition.
Y/N sighed. He put on his clothing. That clothing being an expertly crafted combat suit.
Y/N grabbed a full head helmet that he had made for him. It was orange on one side and black on the other and only had one eye hole for obvious reasons.
The mercenary left his room to go see if Abby was awake yet. Isaac told him that they would be heading out at around this time.
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Y/N looked at the sleeping Abby. His orange eye glowing with desire. He would plant a kiss on her lips right now if he thought she wouldn't smack the hell out of him.
Y/N: Abbs. Wake up-
Abby jolted awake in a panic.
Y/N: Hey! Easy! It's okay. . .
Abby: Hey. . . what's up?
Y/N: Isaac. We are heading out on his orders soon.
Abby was majorly disappointed. Her breath was still heavy from being scared awake.
Abby: Really?
Y/N: Yes. Let's go.
Abby sighed and sat up. She stretched a bit and winced in pain. Her neck.
Y/N: Crick?
Abby: Yeah. . . ow!
Y/N: Don't move.
Y/N got behind her. He was going to use his chiropractor skills. The problem is, she is sitting down and he would have to straddle her back.
Y/N: May I?
Abby: Go ahead. Just fix my damn neck!
Y/N straddled behind her and went to work. He pressed his knuckles and rubbed the back of her neck. He then put his right hand on the left side of her face, and the left hand on the right side of her head.
Y/N quickly twisted her head and an audible pop eas heard.
Y/N: Better?
Abby: Yeah. Thank you.
Y/N: Anytime.
Abby stood up, followed by Y/N. Before they exited the library in which Abby was sleeping in, she said something unexpected.
Abby: I don't think that was a gun in your pants, was it?
Y/N froze up for a second. Abby laughed.
Abby: Don't be so surprised, you were right on me. If you were hard, then it would have been awkward. Let's go.
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Abby and Y/N ate burritos on the way. Y/N thought that now would be a good time to tell her.
Y/N: You should know, Mel is coming with us.
Abby:. . . Are you getting a kick out of this?
Y/N: No. You two can't avoid each other forever.
Abby: We've barely said a word to each other since Jackson. I'm just supposed to pretend that didn't happen?
Y/N: No. But you both need to talk it out.
Abby: She wanted Joel dead just as much as the rest of us!
Y/N: But she's not like the rest of us. She's never hurt anyone like that before. She's a medic for Christ's sake. She has killed Scars, but she's never killed anyone like that. Abby. . . if you're not going to do it for yourself, do it for me.
Abby was quiet for a few moments, letting his words sink in.
Abby: I'll try.
Y/N smiled lightly at her.
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Y/N, Mel, and Abby went outside of the base main building. They had to go collect their weapons. They walked through the little market that provided as a small economy for the WLF.
Abby: I heard they moved you and Owen to section ninety-six?
Mel: Yeah. It's nice. It's lots of young families.
Abby: Getting you guys excited? About the baby?
Mel: Seeing all those kids running around. . . I'm ready.
Y/N: I could never have a kid.
Mel: Oh. Never say never, Deathstroke.
Mel smiled at Y/N. He still hasn't confessed his feelings to Abby. He wouldn't have said what he just said if he thought that they were going to be together. Mel knew that if he would just pursue it, it would work out. She didn't care much for Abby, but she cared about Y/N.
Abby and Y/N are the best of friends, it wouldn't be too much for them to be more than that.
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They made it to the Armory.
Y/N: Give me my usual.
WLF Blacksmith: Here you go. The sword requested is ready too.
The WLF blacksmith gave him his guns and a nice, modern looking double edge sword.
Abby and Mel got their equipment as well. Y/N put on his helmet. His orange eye glowing through the hole.
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