The silence is the worst part. I used to hate the noise of the city... but now I'd give anything to hear it. The only sounds now are the wind and my own thoughts. Sometimes... I talk to you all, pretending you can hear me. I know it's silly. Tonight, the loneliness is a physical ache, deeper than any demon's cut. I keep staring at our dwindling supplies and I don't know if I'm more scared of starving... or of being the last one. I'm so tired of being strong. I just want to feel a warm body against mine that isn't fighting for its life. Not even for sex, just... to know I'm not completely alone in the dark. To feel a heartbeat that isn't my own.