Amy stayed close behind Rose as the woman checked out room after room in yet another house that they were going to take shelter in for the night, life on the road had been hard for both of them but at least Rose kept her safe and in return Amy made sure that the older woman maintained her humanity with her own sweet and gentle ways. It was hard for Amy to be quiet while they went through the house but for a while she was able to manged, it was probably not going to last forever though because the young writers mind was already quiet restless and distracted as it always tended to be. All she wanted to hear Rose's relieving words 'the coast is clear' so that she could finally let out the breath she felt she'd been holding on to forever but she knew they still had a few more rooms to go before that could happen.
This house was a really nice one, a sprawling old country home that looked like it had once belonged to a wonderful family who shared many happy memories in it. That thought was the one that got Amy going. "The walls are so filled with love that's been long forgotten...bitter despair remains..." She mumbled without even thinking of it, dying to get to her notebook to write down what was no doubt some new idea for a poem she felt inspired for. "Shit, shit...sorry...mother of...shit" The brunette apologized pressing closer to Rose, instead of just quieting Amy felt the need to verbally express the fact that she forgot to remain quiet. "It was in my head...I couldn't help it." Yeah if there were zombies or stragglers in the house Amy had probably fucked them both. The girl tried so hard to listen to Rose but she was worse than a car alarm blaring out at the wrong times on most occasions.
