How long has it been?5?10 days since my lonesome? I don't keep track anymore. Time and date mean nothing to me. Though I'm wandering the streets, I feel like I've been put into solitary confinement. The silence is dreadful, excluding the moans of the roaming undead. My name is Aryia Dellal, I'm 18 years old and I'm fighting against the apocalypse. Editing in progress & possibly slow updates