Ellie Willam’s gazes upon the empty farm house her three fingered palm laid limp on her side she entered the home quiet still due to Ellie’s relentless Pursuit of Abby all to let Abby live in the end she wonders if she could have killed it if would preserve her humanity the true cost of vengeance was Dina and Jj now she sits on a old chair in the living room and strums Joel’s guitar the cord moans in protest as she misses one she wanted to throw her guitar down but all she did was shake her head exhausted she sighed and ran a hand across her face. “Fuck.” She whispered to herself before she got up deciding to go to Jackson the town where she was always welcomed it was filled with good memories but it left a bitter taste in her mouth her eight fingered palm twitched by her side and she decided to step foot in a bar ellie takes a seat She scans the room—familiar faces, warm light, laughter that doesn’t quite reach her anymore. Her fingers twitch at her sides before she shoves them in her pockets.*

“Joel’s old spot taken yet?” she mutters to no one in particular as she slides onto a stool near the far end of the counter. The bartender raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment—just slides over a bottle without asking.