WIP left abandoned, unsure wether to continue
Underneath the silver moon;Abby x Seraphite!reader
Sypnosis; (wip) abby finds a scar on her patrol, idfk‘’insert poetry or text here’
…Those were the last words her blue orbs were able to skim across before her peace was interrupted. And of course there he stood, Manny. With his big signature grin and raised brows. She was needed as per usual, and he didn’t bother to hide it knowing beating around the bush would egg on her annoyance further.
‘’We’re being called up, ambush west of the TV station, Isaac wants us out there right away.’’
Abby stiffened, everything about her face becoming resolute. But before she can imagine the absolute worst outcome, a whole dead troop, he reads her every micro expression and quickly mutters out his next words.
That alone got her jaw a little looser, already aching from how it tensed.
He states proudly, tossing her beloved backpack to where she caught it, ready to set out but not before double checking everything was inside. Damn worry wart.
She whispered out, not wanting to hear the whole ‘relax’ lecture again. Something he made sure to lay on thick these last few months, much as her fellow soldiers. Always an awkward pat on the back, telling her to ‘rest up’, ‘take it easy’ or even ‘simmer down’. That just pissed her off. Specifically being under Isaac’s radar didn’t allow that. Rest was a privilege, a luxury, not a soldier’s right. Wether 1 hour of sleep or 10 you were sent out in the cold muddy terrain, expected to do your job. That’s the one thing he asked, do what he said and he provided. Who was she to argue with that?
The old engine roared to life as her troop settled into the truck’s boot, all squeezed together like sardines in a tin. Rifles and shotgun clinking together under each bump of the road. Seattle’s terrain grew worse by the day, the rapid streams only expanding, destroying more in their wake, structures and parts of the forest burned down from the fights and rot simply spreading, not only in the form of infected but crumbling buildings.
Rubble was starting to pile up but to waste troops, send them out to clean it in times like these were ridiculous. As per such more and more routes shut down, new shortcuts being made, temporary unsafe solutions. Small tunnels trough the collapsing buildings, right trough high risk areas with infected activity and even a mass of boats being fixed up to cut trough the rapid waters more often.
But a boat couldn’t keep you safe, not when a new gush of water rushes down sweeping soldiers off and into the waters. How many deaths would it be before anyone protests, if ever?
Death, it was all she could think about. She heard it over the crackle of radios, right out of Isaac’s mouth, everyone’s mouths and right on paper. She could never exactly place how she felt about death, most people were pretty black-and-white about it. They feared it, or simply didn’t. Moreover she didn’t care much about her death but that of others, what if something happened to say Manny.
People would talk about it for 2 days and move on, but his father would be alone, she’d live with more guilt after promising to keep him safe, his bed would remain messy and unmade, maybe someone new would be assigned as her roommate. His pictures would be kept in a box, something precious, something dear. His fishing pole would remain untouched, grow dusty, the fingerprints would slowly disappear under the layers of caked grime.
She couldn’t help but really look at him for a few moments, the small scar right by his left brow, the stupid man bun he insists on keeping, his scraggly beard she teased him for, his mannerisms with his fellow soldiers, trying to keep the mood up, cracking a corny joke here and there. She… appreciated him, but the day those words would roll off her tongue would never come.She’d never say it, but actions speak louder than words anyway.
And just like any other day, she made a promise in her own head to keep him safe.Manny on the other hand snickered and pulled her out of her somber thoughts, as he playfully tugged her braid.
‘’¿Estás bien? Did the floor do something or-?’’
Her cheeks flush just a little, she’d probably been glaring at the floor again, with her brows furrowed, that classic pout.
He quickly responded, hopping out with the rest as everyone murmured. So far no scars, only signs of the ambush from this morning. Broken arrows and empty bullet shells scattered across the ground. As if everyone silently agreed the group divided into 4’s and searched the area. Abby was already off, peeking behind the corners and sighing. These tense moments, knowing another ambush could occur any second were the worst. And they were right near some overgrown woods, trees stretching over them. Perfect hiding spots.
Soon enough Manny joined her, glancing around for a few seconds before deciding it’s safe.
‘’So, all of that Spanish really is sticking.’’
“Hm, i’ve been doing my homework.’’
As they squabbled they were headed right into the old warehouse, right on the border of what was still ‘’their’’ territory. Such a trivial thing to fight for, alas. Isaac’s orders were final. How could anyone deny him that when he took them in, starting this all up from the ground?
The metal racks were caked with dust and grime, yet still no spores. Old rusted tools, glass shards crackling under their soles, and her least favorite part being the pallet racks lining the walls, stretching to the top of the building. Something about it felt too closed off, she felt caged. But of course, she brushed it off, only stretching her neck to try and relieve all of the tension before heading further in.
But the quiet never lasted long, an explosion ringing in the distance.They didn’t even have to exchange a glance to rush back outside, the weather now even more depressing and sputtering down droplets of rain. Black smoke filled the air as the truck was slowly burning down, being reduced to nothing but it’s steel frame. The tires seeped into the ground like melting ice cream and the pungent smell of rubber quickly burned into their nostrils after the smoke. She didn’t even have time to pull her shirt over her nose before arrows started flying, multiple scars rushing in to try and corner the group.
AN/; This is all i managed to squeeze out of my brain, but i thought i'd share anyway just to be sure before deciding to make the final decision to delete it. The pacing is bad, the spanish is done with crappy translators and despite loving Abby so incredibly much as a character i feel that my writing does not portray her well enough for my liking.
This is my first ''fic'' afterall but i still put immense pressure on myself to make something perfect. And i simply, can't.
Continue working on the fic?
yes, i liked this snippet and would like to see more
girl, toss it out.
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