Today had been one of those days that seemed to require a good long walk around the compound afterwards. Telling Ellie about the Ipod hadn’t been hard, not really. Not when he knew how she would react, because he knew her, sometimes it felt like he knew her better than he knew himself. Still, giving that kind of news could weigh a person down, and without his usual fall back, his escapism into a drug induced stupor, a walk was the only other way he could distract himself. A part of Miah was relieved that Ellie was finally admitting that David was likely gone, it meant she was working through her grief – even while it felt inhuman to be relieved by that. Or maybe insensitive, because a man had died, someone important to Ellie – yet he could only focus on her recovery from that fact, not the loss she had actually experienced.
He was lost in his thoughts, walking a random pattern in the snow, clearing his head and listening to the ever present groaning of the undead hordes outside their walls. It wasn’t a comforting sound, but it was a grounding sound, a reminder of the world they all now lived in. A Smasher had been mentioned earlier in the day, and Miah now found himself wondering what might happen to the prison walls if they had a showdown with a Smasher. It was while he was thinking about this that a snowball made contact with his left shoulder.
The throw hadn’t been hard, but it had caught his attention to the point of turning around to find the person responsible. His gaze settled on a woman who was doing her best attempt to look innocent – an act he did not believe.
With a faint smirk he leaned down and packed his own snowball. Pausing only a moment before throwing it in her direction, aiming it at the girl’s right shoulder and smiling slightly when the snowball connected with it’s target.