Bitter Murmur | Abby Anderson x Male Reader

Chapter 7

Abby sat up, the cold floor seeping into her bones. "What's wrong?" she whispered, pushing her hair out of her face.

Y/N took a step into the room, his eyes scanning the shadows. "The whispers," he murmured, his voice tight. "They're getting louder."

Abby's grip on her bow tightened, her heart racing. "What does that mean?"

Y/N's eyes searched hers, his expression tense. "It means something's stirring them up," he said, his voice a low growl. "And I'm not sure if it's safe to stay here much longer."

Abby's hand tightened around her bow, the cold steel a reassuring weight. "What do we do?" she whispered, her heart hammering in her chest.

Y/N's eyes narrowed, his senses sharpened. "We need to move," he murmured, his voice a low rumble in the stillness of the dressing room. "They're getting closer."

Abby's heart skipped a beat as she grabbed her bow, the string taught and ready. She could hear the distant echo of gunfire, the sharp cracks piercing the night. "Is it your people?" she whispered, fear coiling in her gut.

Y/N's jaw was clenched, his eyes searching the shadows beyond the room. "No," he murmured, his voice tight with concern. "It's not the WLF. It's something else."

Abby's stomach knotted at the thought. "What could it be?" she breathed, her eyes wide.

Y/N's gaze flicked to the cracked mirror, the flickering candlelight casting an eerie glow across his face. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice tight. "But the whispers... they're different. More... desperate."

Abby's eyes searched his, the doubt clear. "But if it's not the WLF, then who?" she pressed, her voice a low murmur.

Y/N's gaze grew distant, his thoughts racing. "I can't say for sure," he admitted, his eyes flicking back to hers. "But the whispers... they're not the same. They're not the calculated, controlled movements of a trained group. It's... chaotic."

A sudden shout from outside the building pierced the quiet, sending a shiver down Abby's spine. "You two! Get out here now!" It was a gruff, unfamiliar voice, filled with malice and urgency.

Y/N's eyes narrowed, his body taut with tension. "Stay here," he murmured, his voice a warning. "I'll check it out."

Abby's instinct was to argue, to stand by his side, but she knew that his whispers could be their greatest weapon. She nodded, her grip on her bow tightening. "Be careful," she breathed, her heart in her throat.

Y/N gave her a curt nod and slipped out of the room, his boots silent on the dusty floorboards. The darkness swallowed him up, leaving her alone with the flickering candle. She could hear the muffled sounds of his footsteps, the occasional creak of wood, and the distant echo of the intruder's voice.

Abby's heart hammered in her chest as she waited, her eyes darting around the room. The whispers grew louder, the air thick with tension. She could feel the vibrations of the enemy's approach, the building horror of their hunger.

Y/N reappeared, his eyes blazing with urgency. "We have to go," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "Now."

Abby didn't argue. She rolled up her bedroll and slung it over her shoulder, her bow at the ready. They moved as one, slipping through the shadows of the theater, the whispers of the dead echoing around them like a chorus of the damned. The sound of footsteps grew louder, the shuffling of the undead growing more frantic.

Y/N paused, his hand on the door that led to the alley. "Ready?" he murmured, his eyes searching hers.

Abby nodded, her heart racing. "Ready," she whispered, her voice steady despite the fear.

Y/N pushed the door open, the cold night air rushing in. They stepped into the alley, the shadows deep and welcoming. The whispers grew louder, a cacophony of lost souls that seemed to swell around them. Y/N moved quickly, his eyes scanning the darkness, his hand gently guiding hers as they wove through the abandoned streets. The shuffling of the undead grew closer, their moans a haunting soundtrack to their escape.

Abby's heart thundered in her chest as she followed, her eyes darting to every shadow, her bow taut with readiness. The sounds of the enemy grew clearer, the clank of metal, the harsh whisper of fabric against stone. They were surrounded, the pressure of their pursuers a palpable force.

Y/N's grip on her hand grew firmer as he tugged her into a narrow side alley, the shadows closing around them like a cloak. His eyes searched the darkness, his whispered commands guiding her steps as they danced through the maze of the city's ruins.

Suddenly, a burst of gunfire shattered the stillness, echoing off the walls. "They're here," he murmured, his eyes flashing with a fierce determination.

Abby's breath hitched as she saw the first shadows appear at the end of the alley, the glint of moonlight on metal giving them away. "We need to move," she said, her voice tight.

Y/N nodded, his eyes never leaving the mouth of the alley. "This way," he murmured, tugging her in the opposite direction.

As they sprinted through the narrow corridor, the sound of booted feet grew closer, the harsh panting of the men pursuing them echoing off the brick walls. Suddenly, the alley ended in a T-junction, and two figures stepped into view, guns raised.

"Hold it right there," one of the gunmen barked, his voice thick with menace. "Drop your weapons and come with us."

Abby's heart sank. They were outnumbered, outgunned, and trapped. But Y/N didn't flinch. He whispered something so faint, so subtle, that she almost missed it. The air grew thick with tension, the whispers of the dead seeming to hold their breath.

The two men took a step forward, their eyes narrowed. "What the fuck?" one of them murmured, his gaze darting to the shuffling figures that had appeared behind them. The walkers had followed Y/N's voice, drawn by the promise of life in the darkness.

Y/N didn't hesitate. He pulled Abby closer, whispering into her ear, "When I say go, we run." His voice was calm, steady, despite the chaos unfolding around them.