Hey guys! So this story is weighing on my mind too much for me to stop now so I'm going to go ahead and give you all another chapter. Also, please note that the chapters written from this point on will center around the main character of the story. Text spoken in the rest of the chapters will be in Italics for Navajo (usually only for Quiet and the main character) and no defining features for English.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Metal Gear Solid V. Sorry :/

Still groggy from the previous nights amount of sleep, Spencer yawned and laid her head on the work table she had grown accustomed to in the few months she moved in with her aunt and uncle. Her cousins had kept her up half the night but she was thankful for the distraction. She remembered when she had first arrived at the Cardin residence. They showered her with love and affection as well as their condolences for her loss. Her brother, at only 8 years old was lost in a house fire along with her mother. Her father, whom she didn't really know, was out at sea, forever lost to her. She truly was alone. She never spoke after the incident, not that she didn't want to, but she knew that they men that had come for her family had done something to her. Infected her with something.

"Hey, Spencer," her co-worker, James, said. He smiled at her and she half-heartedly returned the gaze, but her emotions stayed the same. "I hope today is a better day."

"Me too," she wrote down on a little notepad that her aunt had found for her after she told them she couldn't talk. She felt unbelievably depressed. She wanted to talk to him, knowing that her friend would listen, but she knew in the back of her mind that she couldn't risk it. She found comfort in the fact that even though she didn't respond back to him, he still took time out of his day to speak to her.

It was around lunchtime when she finally made an effort to move from the chair she had been sitting in all morning. "Going to lunch, Spence?" James asked her. He smiled as she nodded. "Eat something good, yeah?" She nodded once more before going down the stairs and out the door.

When she stepped out into the sunlight, she could tell something was off. A strange feeling made her skin crawl. She looked around for a minute before deciding that she was just paranoid and started to walk to her favorite little diner. The feeling came back after a few minutes and Spencer was starting to get annoyed. She turned around and barely had time to duck before an arm swung into her face.

"Don't move little girl. Your dad is in a hell of a lot of trouble with us and we thought we taught him a lesson. Looks like you have to go too, or he won't get the message," a man said. He was dressed in all black, with his face covered. She opened her mouth to speak but caught herself, before turning and running down the street with the man chasing closely after her. Suddenly, she heard a crack and she fell to the ground, but she couldn't feel anything but the cool pavement.

She could hear the man grunting but knew that he wasn't touching her. She failed to notice that a woman had come out of nowhere and started wailing on him. She could feel herself starting to lose consciousness but she fought the sensation and grimaced. A pair of soft hands picked her up and carried her away, back to the store. A few surprised gasps were heard went they entered the building but the woman spoke into a contraption that translated her voice.

"My name is Quiet. I was sent here by her father to watch over her. She will be in my custody from now on but we cannot stay here, so I will give you some time to say your goodbyes, but we will be leaving shortly." The contraption shut off and she set the smaller girl down. Everyone was sad to see her go, but Spencer had known it was only a matter of time.

"Bye, Spence... You're a really cool chick, and I know you can't talk, but our conversations always put me in a good mood. I'll miss you." James teared up and Spencer felt her heart break. She didn't want to leave her friends. She couldn't, but she knew she would be dragged out by the older woman if she didn't comply. The pair finished up their goodbyes and Spencer took one last look at her family, the only family she had left, before turning and walking out of the store for the last time.

The sun was setting beyond the horizon and Spencer was unbelievably thirsty. She thought of a way to get Quiet's attention.

"Hey, um, Quiet right? Listen, I'm grateful for what you did. You saved my life today. Did my dad really send you? Can we go see him?" Spencer asked, a hopeful look crossing her features. Quiet shook her head in response.

"He did send me, but it is not safe for you so I must take you somewhere where you will not be found. I took an oath to protect you with my life so, from now on you're the boss. We must give you a new name however. No one must ever know who you really are, or you will be on the run for the rest of your life. From now on, you will be known as Silence." Quiet's features changed as she spoke. She had never dedicated her life to protecting a child. While this girl was almost her own age, Quiet was still doubting her abilities. It wasn't until the girl responded that she was pulled out of her trance.

"I understand. Hey, I'm thirsty, you have anything to drink?" Spencer asked, sitting down in the grass of the giant field they had wandered into. Quiet gave her a water bottle and motioned for her to pour it on her skin. Spencer followed orders and the parasites that she didn't know she had been treated with began to absorb the much needed hydration.