endure & survive.

Too Quiet || ambiguous-savior

“We ain’t heard ya’ play for a while, Ellie. Ya’ ain’t forgot now ‘ave ya’?”The gruff sound of Tommy’s mocking tone echoed throughout her ears. How could she forget when it was Joel who taught her the basics all those years ago? To her, learning the guitar was a little like learning to swim. Once she learnt the basics, she would never forget.

“Pfffft,” Ellie gave a quick look over in Tommy’s direction, knowing all too well that she had not in fact played anything for anyone in a while. Playing music had slowly become more of a personal pleasure than something she’d grown to share.

“Day I forget’ll be the day I see pigs fly.” Leaning back in the battered chair she had claimed her own, the young woman wiped the back of her grimy hand across her forehead, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. She was relieved that the sun was beginning to set, bringing the temperature down to something more tolerable. This summer must have been one of the hottest Ellie had experienced. Being exposed out in the open most of the time, it was hard to escape the suns rays completely.

The humidity made the days drag, and constantly reminded Ellie how quiet the surrounding area had been lately. The last time there was an attack, bandits had taken the lives of a handful of people that she’d grown up to know; even if it wasn’t all too well. The haunting aftermath of death was something she’d sadly grown up living with; but everytime it happened, it still sent chills down her back. With only the odd Runner or Clicker making its way to fences, there had been no other interrupitions; and the eerie silence was starting to put the woman on edge.

“Don’t think Lydia’s heard ya’ yet. Sure she’d like to.” Maria spoke, siding with her husband as she held their infant securely on her lap.

Green eyes gazed down at the small, blonde child; innocent and clueless in regards to the world before all of this mess. She was like Ellie in the way that this girl would grow up to only see the world as a place of death and despair. She had her parents, however, and that was something Ellie hoped the girl would never lose; even though it was wishful thinking.

"Fine, fine.“ Ellie gave in, placing her hands on her knees as she got up from her chair, her gaze turning to Joel. "Thanks for backin’ me up there. Appreciate it.” She spoke in a sarcastic tone, her brows rising slightly. As she began to move away to collect the old guitar from where she kept it, she briefly turned her head to speak once more. “Joel can sing, too. You can get the whole shebang,” she teased.

ambiguoussavior; para; too quiet;