Heaven. It’s a strange concept for her.
Heaven would mean God. She’s never been fond of that idea.
If there is a god, then that meant he had allowed all of this to happen. Ellie simply does not have the energy to be angry at an indefinite being.
“Ellie, that’s deep enough.”
She sets down the scrap metal she was using as a makeshift shovel and hops out of the hole. Sitting on her knees in front of the shallow grave, Ellie stares at the ground. The fear and grief has drained out of her small frame and now all that’s left is a numb sensation. Joel climbs out of the larger grave to her right, brushing dirt off of his jeans.
“C'mon Ellie. Let’s make this quick. It’s not good to stay in one place for too long.” He says in his southern drawl.