Could you make a fic where reader is gf of Abby and dies because of the Rat King? 🙂↕️
A/N: This is like a one shot so I won't give it a title. Besides, I have no ideas. All of the Rat King's death scenes are... Interesting
WARINING; Death, violence.
Abby didn't want you to go, she really begged you but you were too stubborn to let her go alone and you wanted to help Yara.
She tried to convince you that she would be fine, that nothing would happen, after all... She had survived so many things, why wouldn't she survive going down to the hospital?
Well, those weren't enough excuses for you, you wouldn't let your girlfriend go alone, besides, you had done everything together since you met, you just wanted to help her.
Of course, Abby reluctantly agreed. So you prepared to go with her. Gas masks, rifles, ammo, and anything else you needed.
The plan was simple, go down, get the medicines and leave, so easy, there weren't supposed to be any infected, after all that place had been closed for years, it was ground zero, No infected person would survive without food or anything the infected needed to survive.
The deeper you and Abby went into the hospital, the more horrible things you found, corpses of FEDRA, Infected people glued to the walls and others tied to stretchers, doctors' notes from the day of infection.
At least everything was empty. Was it?
Abby did an agreement with you, not to separate for anything, of course... In a moment that was going to happen. Abby asked you to look for medicines in the trauma room while she looked in the ambulance.
Abby opened a drawer just as she heard your scream. That high-pitched scream of terror that horrified her so much. She quickly left the room with the shotgun in her hand to see what was happening.
It was... Indescribable, a mass of infected bodies, and fungus together, it was awful, it was horrible.
Abby pulled out her shotgun as you ran toward her; that thing was huge. Abby started firing, but it seemed like every bullet only made him angrier.
Abby quickly took your hand pulled you as she ran, you followed her as best you could trying not to cry. You you took out your rifle trying to shoot but all you could hear were the screams of the infected.
The hospital lights flashed red as you tried to keep up with Abby, you arrived at a door blocked with an axe, Abby took the axe trying to open it but soon the infected took Abby by the neck. You watched in horror as Abby tried to get out of that thing's grip, even though it seemed impossible.
You raised the gun towards him and began to fire. The infected turned to you, dropping Abby, who was lying weak on the ground, The infected only needed a second before starting to follow you. You ran trying to avoid it while Abby stood up watching in horror as that thing went after you.
Shotgun without bullets, but she started running after you, you turned a corner trying to open the door that unfortunately was closed. You forced the door trying to get in but the infected managed to reach you.
Abby, behind you, tried to distract him while he grabbed your shirt collar before throwing you hard onto the ground. You felt something break in your back, the air left your lungs. Abby managed to reload the shotgun, But it was too late, the infected hit you several times in the ribs until blood began to come out of your mouth.
Abby screamed in desperation already shooting at him even though she knew it was late.The infected turned to follow her again. Abby, with tears in her eyes, began to run toward the exit, trying to avoid the infected.
Found a flamethrower lying on the ground and used it against him. After several attempts, the infected fell dead on the ground. Abby panting and with tears in her eyes walked over to where you were.
She had no words. Just looked at you for a moment before, with effort, carrying you.
First her father, then you... What had she done wrong? This was probably some punishment the universe was giving her for killing Joel. Now she would live with that for the rest of her life.
She made sure to bury you next to her father, with some flowers and a love letter that she never gave to you, although now she regretted not having done so.
