Abigail used to cry her self to sleep every night because of another black eye, because of another bruise on her that sheâ€™d have to write off the next day. Her cheeks were stained and her doors were always locked. She never slept because she was afraid heâ€™d wake her up. Abigailâ€™s boyfriend was a complete and utter prick.
So one day, little Abby got herself a new boyfriend. Her old flame was always the jealous type, but Abbyâ€™s new fling burned him down like he was kindling.
Now Abby is happy with her new boy, and no other man will dare lay a finger on her. They walk hand in hand wherever they go and he glares at all the men before they even look her way. She knows how to turn him on would-be muggers; she knows how their faces change when they see him with her. First second is lust, second one is terror. Third? They donâ€™t get a third.
Abbyâ€™s walking with her boy toy down the West-side block. You know, the West-side of Centuria. The place where even the United Militia wonâ€™t go. Sheâ€™s walking with an easy stride because her boyfriend is walking next to her. Theyâ€™re both shined up pretty, and both have grins that could scare the shit out of anyone with half a brain. However, as we all know, mutoids donâ€™t have the luxury of half a brain.
Junkies. Criminal. Vile flesh-eating beasts. The mutoids killed them all, but thereâ€™s Abigail Winters still walking strong down the West-side block, hand in hand with her boy, bright as a daisy.
Let me tell you about Abigail.
Little Abigail came from a small part of New Utopia with a black eye and 63 credits to her name. She had an abusive boyfriend and showed him what justice really meant. They called her Little Abigail before she went to the West-side block because she was just above five feet tall and slender as a pylon beacon rod.
Now they call her Little Abby. Little Abby took her boyfriend to the West-side block and shot the fuck out of thirty eight mutoids before walking back into the main district with not a drop of blood on her.
Little Abby kissed her boyfriendâ€™s cheek while he was still leaking smoke from his mouth.
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