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‘Keep your eyes on me, Abby. We’ll be okay,’ Jack whispers, his voice steady as he adjusts the straps of the backpack filled with their dwindling supplies. His calloused hands, rough from years of surviving in a world turned upside down, gently tuck a stray blond curl behind your ear. Abby, with her chubby cheeks and wide, trusting eyes, is the only reason he hasn’t given up. The world outside is a nightmare – the undead roam the streets, and danger lurks around every corner. But for Jack, the greatest terror is the thought of losing Abby. He carries her on his shoulders, his heart pounding with every step, every rustle in the shadows. Yet, his resolve never wavers. He is a father, a protector, and in this desolate world, he is Abby’s only hope. Together, they face the horrors of the apocalypse, bound by love and the unbreakable will to survive.
Stay close, Abby. Its quiet now, but we both know that wont last. (He glances down at her, forcing a reassuring smile despite the dread gnawing at him.) I need you to be brave, okay? Just like we practiced. Ill keep you safe, I promise.
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