Messy - Abby Anderson x Fem Reader

Chapter 3 - The aquarium.

Finally, I reach the aquarium where Abby is supposed to be. I don't know what I'll say to her. God, if I see her face, I might just freeze and let her yell at me. What do you even say to someone who you left one day without a singer letter or word? We weren't supposed to see each other again, not after she had chosen Owen.

Chosen. As if I was even an option to her.

After finding a way into this locked up aquarium through the vents, which are quite disgusting, I fight against the urge to gag until the panel below me starts to creak.

"Shit," I mutter, bracing myself for a fall with eyes clenched shut. My ribs and shoulder sting horribly as I collapse into the room below me, and the panel falls right on top of me. "Can this get any fucking worse?" I grit out at the weight and kick the panel away. It screeches across the floor quite loudly, causing me to grimace in response.

Not even thinking about whether the noise alerted someone, I get up and rub my probably bruised shoulder, heading towards the open double doors of the room that expose a surgical table tainted with blood in the next room.

My nose scrunches up at the stench that comes from the table but I walk into the room and look around. It seems to have been used recently, especially that bloody table in the middle. If Abby is here, is that...

No. It can't be. She's too stubborn to go to a medic even if she were dying. If she's still the same person she was.

I sigh and give my wrist a little pinch to snap me out of my thoughts. I need to find her and I'm getting closer. Hopefully further from Ellie too.

There's another set of double doors in the room but they're locked so I opt for the single door across the room that's already open. How inviting and pleasant.

My feet are mildly sore from the running and intense parkour I had to complete to get here but I walk ahead nonetheless. Nothing about this place screams "comfortable to inhabit" to me and I wonder why Abby has chosen this place to stay. Wouldn't she stay at the WLF base? This place stinks like shit.

Then I enter a room with three bedrolls on the cold ground. Two of them are closer than the third though, making me snicker quietly. So, Abby's not alone. Great. Who else is there? Owen?

With my brows furrowed, I continue looking around the room. I'm hoping there'll be some resources worth picking up. Just in luck, my eyes settle on some bandaids on the table and I snatch them eagerly, grinning to myself at the small win. "Hello, you..." I murmur as I tuck them into my worn backpack.

There are a few posters hung up on the moulding walls and I take my time to read a few of them before moving along. It's too quiet and it's beginning to unsettle me. I don't even know what to expect. Don't these WLFs have dogs? I'd believe it if someone told me they had evolved mermen.

I walk down the hallway, gun in hand and ready to aim in case anything surprises me. This place is like a damn maze and I just want to leave. Fuck, Abby, are you really worth all this? You owe me.

Silently, I push open a set of double doors only to be met with the sound of barking and a mutt right in my face. Before I know it, I'm pinned to the ground by the heavy dog, my arms raised at its neck to keep its growling snout away from my face.

"Stupid fucking-" A series of grunts slip past my lips as I try to fight the dog off me but it's so damn heavy. "The fuck are they feeding you? Dinosaurs?" It continues to growl and snap its jaw closer in attempts to bite so I reach over to the handle of a nearby cupboard with one of my arms, my other arm continuing to keep it at a distance from my face. I eye the collar and quickly take it into my hand that opened the cupboard, and I roughly pull and shove the dog into it, closing the door and holding the double cabinet doors shut.