Day 19,257

Day 2,429 - May

The shadowed howel of the wind made her ill. Silence had become a enemy of hers, the less she tuned it out the closer insanity crept to every inch of her soul.
She collasped to the ground defeated. "I could have sworn I heard it." She cried out. Her voice echoing through the desolate landscape. "I could have sworn..." repeatedly pounding her fists into the ground until nothing but red had filled the backside of her hand.
She felt misery, familiarty, and boredom, all at once. This had become a daily ritual for her. Always starting out with a glimmer of hope leading back to the same depressing result. No one was there. No one was ever there.

But yet. She continued. Staying faithful to the dellusional dream of seeing another person, animal, or insect. Any one lifeform that she could truely connect too. It had become the only thing making life worth living. Too her, it was everything.

"Get up" she commanded herself. The urge to stay there, lying in the dirt until eventually starving herself to death, had become a challenge to bear. But she moved forth pushing herself, against her own desire to die. She continued. Until she was left on her own standing quitely, once again faced with a overwhelming amount of silence. She reached into the pocket of her saturated jacket, grasping a notebook. Fliping to the last open page, she wrote down. "Day 2,429. Bismark, ND, N." Closing her notebook she headed off to the next town. Maybe this time it would be different.