She had not actually expected a reply...truth is the horror of this world before her was enough to mess with anyone's head, much less someone so attuned to nature and her ways.  Numbly she begins to walk through the mud, barely keeping her balance, managing to keep going without mishap more through luck then anything. While she might have been inclined to look for survivors, the nagging thought in her head is that there aren't any...<br/><br/>But wait...did she hear something? It sounded like a cry, but it was hard to be sure...harder to be sure that it wasn't in her head. Still, she turned in the direction where she thought she heard the sound, slogging through the mud and trying not to hope too hard...