(Oh, ok. Thanks, I didn't realise

)
~ Cataleya ~
Cat's stomach ached with emptiness and her muscles hurt from her body attempting to digest them instead of her non-existent food. Her ribs poked through her skin - though, thankfully, not as sharply as they could have. She was pale, sweaty and cold as she had been living in rags - and now she was going to die in them, too.
"Please," she moaned as loudly as she could manage over the Walkers' noises, "is anyone here?!"