Donna Alback... a long forgotten name that was tied to heavy memories which kept it sunk into the lowest depths of her crazed mind that was mostly occupied by one word.

Survive...

At some point in her life, she had made a promise, a oath. Someone who she no longer remembered yet still was the most important thing to her, more important than even surviving. They made her promise, during desperate times. Times of death, times of destruction. As the animal-girl lay in her tree and watched as the few staggering zombies stumbled by, she wondered. Who had that person been? Would she ever know? It hurt her brain to think of such questions. Had she blocked out such a person? She didn't know and doubted she ever would. She took out a blunt knife and held it above her, allowing the suns rays to reflect off it. There was still some things of beauty that existed in her little messed up world at least...