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Jocelyn and Aemon, young and in love!

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We can figure out more or less how long Abby and Lev were held captive by the Rattlers and how long it took to get to Catalina Island.

At first, I thought it wasn't possible to figure out how long these two were held captive for. Figuring out how long Ellie's trip was, was relatively easy because, according to Google Maps, traveling from Jackson, WY, to Santa Barbara has a default time of 15 days. Add an extra 21 days to account for getting lost, Hunters, Infected, hunting for food, and getting trapped in a basement (canon), then Ellie's trip took her 36 days to get to SB. We can't use that same method on Abby, but after giving it some thought, I think we can figure it out using the incredibly scientific method of trying to guess her weight. (I’m serious guys, hear me out.)

Alright, first we have to try and figure out Abby’s weight, after doing some research, I decided to try and compare Abby to some current women’s Boxers; none of who exceed 177 lbs, and I don't think Abby is 177 lbs; I decided to put her weight at about 140 lbs. This puts Abby into the same weight category as Katie Taylor. (Who in my opinion, looks exactly like Abby -_-)

I also learned that Abby's face model is (supposedly) 5'6", so we can put Abby at about 5'6, and 140 lbs.

Ok, now let's look at Abby and Lev's models before and after getting captured:

Now this is important: Lev is both a lot smaller and a lot younger than Abby; he is going to lose weight a lot faster than she will, but if we look at his face model, it hasn't changed that much, at least not as much as Abby's. If you look closely, his hair is longer, his cheeks are sunken in slightly, his cheekbones are more prominent, and his neck is thinner, but when you look at his body model:

He hasn't lost as much weight as Abby.

Ok, so why is that important?

Well, that tells me that Lev was not subjected to the same level of starvation as Abby was, so either Lev was given better treatment by the Rattlers (which I doubt) or…

Abby was giving Lev her rations.

This means Abby was oporating on a very severe caloric deficit.

Ok, so how much weight did Abby lose?

Well, going by the super, ultra scientific method known as… Eyeing it. I’m going to say Abby lost about 60 lbs. at maximum. I don't think Abby could lose more than that and survive, so that would put endgame Abby's weight at about 80 lbs.

Ok, so how long would it take to lose 60 lbs on a starvation diet while doing hard labor? Well, going off of a weight loss calculator (a sketchy one, because most don’t take weight loss like this seriously), if Abby was eating 70% fewer calories than she would need to maintain her weight, that would mean that the two of them were held captive by the rattlers for…

5 Months.

wow… that’s a lot longer than i thought… there is a lot of wiggle room in that time frame, it could also have be 3 months or 4 months, a caloric calculator that take this seriously is probably not the best, so I’d say 3 months at minimum and 5 months at maximum.

Ok then, so how long were Abby and Lev tied up on the beach then?

I can safely say how long they were NOT on the beach: 7 days.

See, the human body can survive 3 to 5 days without water in the desert, and 5 is pushing it, but this isn’t just a desert; Santa Barbara is a desert beach. You need to take into consideration that not only are you being beaten by the sun, you are also being pelted by SALT 24/7. That’s why their skin looks so burnt; it’s not just the sun, it’s the salt from the ocean burning their skin and saping away any moisture it touches and creating sores.

Now I’ve already explained that Lev wouldn’t last long without food or water, and by the time Ellie cuts Abby down, Lev can barely move; he’s being pushed to the absolute limit of what he can survive. He is very much conscious during Ellie and Abby’s fight; but he’s just too weak to move.

So with that said, I'd say the two of them were on the beach for 3 days. Maybe 2, but no more than 3.

how long did it take for Abby to get to Catalina Island?

You know, until looking it up, I was sure that Catalina Island was off the coast of Santa Barbara, but it turns out it's closer to Los Angeles. Assuming that little boat had plenty of fuel and didn’t crap out on them once during the trip, then according to a sailing distance calculator, it would take Abby 6 hours and 35 minutes to get to Catalina Island.

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I knew this was familiar! Abby looks like my mom when she had to pick me up at my dad’s after he forgot to buy some milk for the third time in a row, only fed me cereals and allowed me to shave half my head to do like Britney : dead inside and dissociating because she’s this close to fuck this man up bad

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Sweet Yara but make it fun and modern!AU☀️

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The Cordyceps Brain Infection

I believe that the Cordyceps Brain Infection is one of the greatest ideas for a zombie plague. Most zombies will run into a few problems as the years go on. The Undead-type zombies will inevitably decay and rot, give or take a generation or two, and most Undead Types will be gone. Then we have the Virus-type zombies, usually runners, more aggressive than Undead, but because they’re reliant on a Virus, they will inevitably run out of people to infect and die off.

Then we have the REALLY OP Plagues, like the Necromorphs or The Flood, which are good… but a little too overpowered, with those plagues, humanity is extinct before they even understand what they’re fighting.

But the Cordyceps strikes a perfect balance between OP and Survivability, we don’t know how long infected live for, but we canonically have at least 30-year-old Infected (The Rat King and the Clickers in the basement) so I think we can assume that the fungus sustains the Infected somehow.

But what makes the Cordyceps a consistent threat are The Spores.

In most zombie media when you kill the zombie the threat is removed, but not so here, when you kill an Infected or an infected kills you, then the fungus begins to take root and starts growing and spreading Spores, creating an area where the simple act of breathing will infect you.

In the world of The Last of Us, the Air we breathe is Poison.

This ensures that old cities’, buildings, or any closed-off space will always remain dangerous.

If we entertain the Cure debate for a second, while a Cure wouldn’t have prevented people from getting torn apart by Clickers but it would have removed the threat of Spores and given humanity a major leg up.

But Joel shot that solution in the face (or threw a Molotov at it, or a nail bomb…or stabbed it with a scalpel…) so what does the future of humanity look like without a cure? I'd say it exists…. But it's not bright.

I don’t think humanity will ever rise to the heights it once had before the outbreak, large cities are just full of places where outbreaks can happen, Seattle was a huge QZ and constantly dealt with infected attacking supply lines.

The future of humanity without a cure is small… nomadic… and medieval…

As well equipped for survival as Jackson is, they still use tactors, cars, and electricity supplied by the dam, these things will break down eventually and they will have to learn to either manufacture parts (difficult) or live without them like the Seraphite.

And what happens when Jackson grows too big? What happens when it’s no longer a small town? And not everyone knows everyone, what happens when it’s impossible to monitor who gets in and who goes out? Will it become like Boston? Or will it collapse? Or will it beat the odds and thrive?

Without a cure the little lamp light of humanity will never shine as brightly as it once did… but it will never blink out completely.

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80's Abby will be the death of me, she looks SO FINE. And that freaking bullet necklace? Genius 🤍

Abby 🖤

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Well... Didn't expect to cry over this gorgeous piece tonight

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Original concept art of the Seraphite island.

According to the art book the Seraphites are a fishing community.

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freedom / request for tayabbys on X

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“i hate abby anderson”

when she was someone else’s ellie.

when she is someone else’s joel.

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since my one post is doing good rn i wanted to yap about my favorite cornball loser that i love so much😸😸

(part 1/?) the REAL abby anderson…

- is good with dogs AND kids and loves them both like??

- literally collects coins like you are a loser!! the only people with that hobby are old men and young kids!!

- “do other people think you’re funny?” “…no😕”

- santa barbara her. like she’s the opposite of chalant guys.

- uber goober makes me wanna puke but also like daww!! her little pet names!!

- extra chalant about heights like you are shaking and shivering

- all of her jokes have a .5% chance of landing and i love that for her

- canonical bookworm. need i say more. (she would hate booktok btw)

literally just look up any of her scenes… she is not some nonchalant aura farming horny mean guy! she is a girl who likes reading and classical music and makes really awful jokes and stands around awkwardly when she’s not being spoken too like i love her!! you’re my baby!!!!

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Abby's got such big eyes 🥺

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— dear world out there which took everything.

summary: Life in Catalina Island isn't easy after months of being enslaved, after loosing more than one can face, after trying to be keep things buried inside for so long. So, when someone recommended Abby to see someone - which she grumbled about for a while - she goes. And when she's adviced to write a letter to someone who wronged her, she does. content and trigger warning: this is quite angsty I'm warning you, mention of death, grief, loss, mild language, survivor guilt, mention of very fucked up world, short but intense. A/N: wrote this listening to Geaissvearra by Natalia Tsupryk so, if you're into tying songs to the stuff you read like I do, here you go. It's been a minute and a half since I wrote my last angsty piece so... YEAH, there's no comforting ending in this at all, and I'm not sorry about it. Ily though, and if you want to request anything, don't hesitate 🤍

To the world which took everything from me,

There’re words nothing can quite heal, not after losses over losses over losses. It’s like an epidemy, one that takes everything away. It’s like a disease, like the one who erases the faces of parents, it’s so hard to remember. How come it’s possible to love and hate like this? The heart isn’t made to be painfully taken here and there up hills and vales of unperfect loves tinted by the worst of songs. But again, that is life, isn’t it? That is what kids are taught to expect from life from the youngest of age, girls mostly. It’s always to girls those are said. Expect a life of suffering. One day I won’t be there anymore, and you’ll have to fend for yourself in this valley of woes. Maybe the biggest of woe is the one left behind, the one in which there will never be a time to say the things that darkens the mind, the one that hits right there on the stomach and makes it more painful than anything else.

Why did you leave me behind? There’re questions that will never be answered ever again. That is the way of life. That is the way things have to go. They say the worst thing is for a parent to see their child go. But what of the child who has to see you go? What of the child who’s left there on the ground to pick themselves back again, somehow? And the somehow is always the same. It’s always one obsession after another obsession after another obsession after another obsession after another obsession until there’s nothing left but a broken mind to claim and no tears to be shed ever again. And the pattern is always the same. It’s always there. It’s always one so easy to see, so hard to understand, impossible to stop, because if it’s stopped, what is it left to us, orphans on the side roads?

What of failures? What if there’s more than one would care to admit, buried out there never to be found, their skeletons bleached and taken care of by the very earth who wants us all dead. How to prevent loved ones, the rare ones that’s left, from being hurt by them, by the few that threaten now and then to poke through the surface to asphyxiate the room? How do I keep Lev safe from my mistakes? One more orphan out there, not alone, never alone, but still mother, father and sisterless, this one all because of me.

So, dear, dear world out there which took everything for us: fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you for being fucked up, fuck you trying to kill us all, fuck you for what you’ve done to me, to Lev, to us, to the people who’re searching for a way to continue to exist even if we’re running out of time and options. We’re running though, always running in a race against time and yes, yes mankind will lose because just like trying to catch the sun, time can never be a trusted friend, but we’ll try. We’ll always try.

I hate you and yet, I love you with all my heart and more.

Yours,

— Abigail.

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“FOB rooftop”

I have a serious love hate with landscapes, it takes hours to be done and I don’t have the best patience BUT she’s finally done 🔥

I swear, every time I start a new run and I end up here, I’m just mesmerized by how gorgeous the view is and how it’d be the perfect place for a date or something ✨

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Whoops accidentally drew a piece to process my emotions using a fictional character I adore again

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the world was on fire, and no one could save me but you

inspired by the amazing fic drawbridge by @thisliminalspacedaydreams on ao3 :)

13/07/2025