Silence. It had been silent for a full year. It wasn’t exactly fun to be silent at all times, but sometimes things are needed for survival.

Neville sat in the small shed the two of you had found, his hands pulling the green vest he wore tight against his body. His eyes were distant as he stared through the entrance. Doors were now considered ‘loud’ and ‘unnecessary’ between you two.

He stood, not daring to make a sound. His boots were wrapped in gauze, silencing his footsteps as he walked down the steps and into the grass. The rolling hills would be beautiful, if not for impending doom looming over your shoulder.