Ellie's Adventure 2 // Ellie x Female Reader// The Last Of Us

The Calm Wind

I sliced down the guy outside so easily it doesn't feel fair. And the guys in the house too. The whole hallway is littered with bodies and blood. The walls are smeared with it as well. I found a guitar in one of the rooms. I hadn't used one in a long time. I sit down on the bed in that room and rest it on my knees. The guy that I had to kill to get in here is on the floor in front of me. Blood is drenching his shirt and the floor.  I take a few shuddering breaths as I stretch out my right hand. It's covered it blood and shaking. I clench it to a fist and lower it to the strings. I rub my fingers over each other to get some of the blood off and play all the strings one by one. Then I play the first three again and then the first two. The guitar is badly tuned. And I understand. After not being used for probably more than 15 years it would be weird if it was tuned well. I reach for the tuning keys and fumble around with them for a bit. I bring my hand back to the strings and start playing. Wind calmly flows by as I play the accords and sing. I feel blood from my head falling to my eyebrow. The ripped up curtains blow gently in the wind. The overgrown room giving this all an unreal feeling.  The blood is dripping down my cheek, further and further down, but I keep playing.

I told Y/N it was better to wait outside. Even though I'm not sure if that's the right ring to say. The further is walk into the house the more bodies I encounter. Some have slashed open chests or throats,with others I can't seem to spot anything. I walk past a bathroom and look inside for a second. Someone is slumped on the ground, blood drenching the little rug to dry your feet with. I walk further on, and then I hear it. It's pretty loud, so I don't know why I hadn't noticed yet. The sound of a guitar and Ellie, singing. I step over another person, my foot splashing down in a puddle of blood. I glance around the corner and see Ellie sitting on a bed, a man by her feet, dead. I walk in, lean against the door post and wait for her to finish. She says silent. "What are you doing, kiddo?" she sighs. She rests her hand in the guitar and moves her feet back. "Are you really gonna go through with this?" She lays the guitar behind her, the curtain swooshing slowly in the wind. She looks at me, a  loose strand of hair dangling. "I'm gonna find, and kill, every single one of them." She whispers.