Messy - Abby Anderson x Fem Reader

Chapter 1 - Run-in.

Fuck, I'm so tired.

The sun is already beginning to set and my backpack's not even half my weight, and I've got nothing to snack on on the way back to the theatre except for a spare share of roasted nuts. I let a deep sigh escape my lips as my eyes search the crate's content, my hands digging around for anything useful but it's just blankets. It's not worth carrying one around with me so I decide to let go of the soft material.

I can feel myself almost giving up even though I haven't searched a whole room of this building. It stinks, sure, but my sense of smell isn't strong anymore so as long as I'm not retching, I'm good to keep going.

The wooden floorboards creak under my feet as I walk across the small room to a desk. Useless crap is piled upon it and there's blood smeared as a handprint on the edge. There's also a disposed body under it. Great. My nose scrunches up and I redirect my focus back on the desk's content.

There's a few love letters and a small antique box buried beneath them so I grab it, tucking it into my pocket for later inspection. Only treasure, no food yet. God, I'm dying for a cereal bar. Even porridge sounds delightful. When was the last time I had a strawberry?

I rest my palms on the edge of the table and bow my head down, feeling hopeless at the lack of resources on me. If I'm going to give up, I should do it now before the sun goes dark. I glance over at the window and notice how dark it's actually beginning to get. It prompts me to move so I turn and begin walking across the room to the door but before I can open it, a burly figure throws themselves onto me, knocking me back into the room and onto the floor.

My back arches in retaliation to the harsh impact, the pain evoking a grunt from my lips. My handgun slides out of my pocket across the room, guaranteeing a scratch on it. I barely register what's happening before I instinctively raise my arm to give them a sharp hit in the jaw with my elbow. That earns me a rough hit to my cheekbone which - hurts like a bitch.

"Shit, Y/N?"

Immediately, my pain subsides as my eyes widen at the sound of my name. I stare right into the woman's blue ones, and my heart stops in recognition. Her breath hitches and her arm remains pulled back in the air as if she were to take another swing at my face.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

What else was I supposed to expect other than that harsh tone and completely raged tone? Of course she's pissed at me, the same way I'm pissed at her. With a wince, I try to speak despite the mild tingling feeling in my cheekbone. "What the fuck are you doing on top of me? Again?" I retort, unable to bite back the bitterness in my voice. My answer makes her jaw clench and I silently cheer in my head at this.

She doesn't apologise for my injury which I don't blame; I won't apologise for my strike to her jaw. She just simply releases me and stands back up, allowing me to prop my elbows up on the floor as I look up at her.

We weren't supposed to see each other again but fate has different ideas, eh?

I'm about to speak again when a drunken groan alerts our attention outside the window.

Not those fucking runners again, I'm actually going to hang somebody-

Abby seems to react within a second, rushing to shove a tipped over cabinet in front of the window to act as a barricade. I scramble to my feet and hastily pick up my handgun across the room to turn it over a few times, assessing any scratches.

"You realise you're barricading us in, right?" I jibe at her. She shoots me a nasty glare across the room before taking out her own gun and making her way across the room to the door that leads out into the corridor.

"I'll shoot you along with them if you don't shut up," she mutters. Now, Abby wasn't always so cold with me which slightly hurts me but I'm still holding a grudge against her. I don't let go of those easily. Plus, my adrenaline is rushing now so I'm going to snap at her anyway.