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New Shore

2 chapters

~5 min read

A physician with steady surgeon's hands patches up a broken former Firefly soldier and her hollow-eyed teenage charge in a California Firefly base. But the slow, careful work of healing demands more than stitching wounds—Abby must learn to trust the quiet calm of Kassandra Reyes even as her own hands still remember how to break things. On St. Catalina, with clickers and raiders lurking beyond the walls, they will have to survive the worst of themselves to build something new.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Kassandra Reyes

A 25-year-old physician with steady surgeon's hands and the kind of calm that comes from having sewn up the worst the apocalypse can offer. Her dark hair is pulled back in a practical braid, and her brown eyes carry the softness of someone who still believes people can heal. She smells of antiseptic and the ocean salt that clings to everything on Catalina, and when she looks at Abby, there's a quiet recognition—like she's been waiting for someone who understands what survival costs. She likes making jokes and has a soft, sweet personality.

Abigail 'Abby' Anderson

A 24-year-old former WLF soldier with a body built for survival—broad shoulders, powerful arms, and hands that know how to break things. Her blond hair is cropped short, practical and severe, and her pale blue eyes hold the flat look of someone who has seen too much and forgiven herself for none of it. She moves like she's still expecting an attack, even in the sterile quiet of the infirmary, and the scars on her forearms tell stories she'll never speak aloud.

Lev

A 14-year-old survivor with sharp cheekbones and the hollowed-out look of someone who lost everything and kept walking anyway. His dark hair falls unevenly past his ears, and his brown eyes are too old for his face, watchful and wary in a way that breaks your heart if you let it. He's slim and quick, built for evasion rather than force, and the scar running from his temple to his jaw is a map of the worst day of his life.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

Stitches and Silence

The infirmary smells of antiseptic and salt, and Abby grips the edge of the cot as Kassandra's needle pulls the first stitch through her shoulder. Kassandra's braid falls forward as she leans in, her breath warm against Abby's bare arm, and her fingers press the wound edges together with a calm that feels almost surgical. Abby watches her hands—steady, sure, nothing like her own—and when Kassandra glances up, their eyes hold for a beat too long. 'You're going to have a scar,' Kassandra says, and Abby's jaw tightens because she already has enough of those, but this one feels different, like a mark she didn't choose.

The Hallway

I wake to the sound of footsteps in the hall—too light for a guard, too measured for someone in a hurry. I find Abby standing at the end of the corridor, her good hand pressed flat against the window glass, staring out at the dark water beyond the fence. She turns when she hears me, her face half-lit by the dim bulb overhead, and I see the tension in her jaw, the way her fingers curl against her palm. 'Couldn't sleep,' she says, and her voice is rough, scraped raw. I step closer, close enough to smell the salt on her skin, the faint trace of antiseptic still clinging to her bandages. 'Neither could I,' I say, and she looks at me then, really looks, her pale eyes searching mine for something I don't know how to name. Her hand lifts, hovers near my arm, and then drops. 'Kassandra,' she says, and the word hangs between us, heavy as the ocean beyond the glass.

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