I Walk Alone

Time, our lives once governed upon the movement of 3 little hands endlessly rotating around and around. Since the fall of society it’s just become a distant memory, seasons go by, days turn to night and the sands of time slowly pour away.

It’s been far too long since I have last seen any other survivors, many have lost hope and have simply given up, others continue to live on, but to what purpose? We are over run, there are simply too many of…