He looked at Sarah, who was closing her eyes, drifting away to a place where the air didn't taste like copper and rot. Elias stopped playing mid-verse.
The click of a dry revolver is a specific kind of silence. For Elias, it was the sound of another morning in the Seattle QZ outskirts. last of us
"Did you find 'em?" she asked, not looking up from a comic book with half its pages missing. Elias didn't speak. He just held up the pack. He looked at Sarah, who was closing her