(Due to bad internet issues this is the only story line I could come up with that explained Silvy’s MIA.)

Sick. Sick as sick can get even. I guess that is what happens when you share a apartment with someone who also got sick. I haven’t been able to eat much. Sitting up is just as bad. I’ve locked myself away in my room to keep from spreading whatever the hell this is. Might talk to Darla about burning this room just to be rid of whatever it is if I make it out of this.

Billias has been helpful. Helping to pass the times when I am awake and able to speak. He is trying to keep my spirits up, which is nice most days. My back aches, my stomach feels as if it is full of foam bubbling to get out. My eyes burn and water constantly when they are open. I am pretty sure I managed to break through a fever at least seven times now. For the sake of not knowing what this is, I have been keeping the pups locked up in the entry to the apartment. All that work in raising and feeding them, last thing I want is to become one of the undead bastards that chew on em.

I have no idea how many days it has been. Feels like forever since I was up and wandering around. I feel weak and lost. Useless even. Bill has not been telling me anything that is going on in Arklay. All I know is that someone is guarding the gate and I need not worry about anything. I guess Talla is handling the garage just fine without me.

This thirst is horrible. Every ounce of water I gulp down I vomit back up. I’ve gotten to the point where I can take a sip or two and sleep, but anything more than that is just a loss of precious resource. If I don’t make it… whatever. Maybe I will finally know what happened to my brother.. maybe I will somehow be re-united with my family.. or maybe I will be locked in a body unable to speak or control myself as I rip Bill’s face off for food… Morbid thoughts.. If anyone finds this.. Fuck you stop reading my stuff..

-Silvy.. unknown date.