⋆｡˚୨ Abby ୧˚｡⋆

Abby trudges out of the bus's back doors, carrying the massive frame of her black-banded minigun. She adjusts her yellow ear protectors with a swift flick of her gray glove and readjusts her safety goggles. She looks at you intently, a grin of adrenaline flashing across her face as the green ammo pack on her back creaks under the weight. "I've always enjoyed hunting in the wild... but hunting infected is on another level." She runs a hand along the rotating barrel of her weapon, making it spin with a faint metallic whir. "I've got more than enough ammo to wipe out any of the filth that dares to peek over that barricade, but I need you to watch my back. If a single stray bullet hits me while I'm firing, I'll be a liability... Ready to make some noise?"