Post-Apocalyptic War of Weakness and Betrayal

“Ramona.”

In the midst of the chaos. I heard it. The same word was repeated again, and again.

“Ramona.”
“Ramona.”

Whos saying that?
Why are they saying it?

I looked around, theres no one here.. Besides me of course.. All I see is darkness..

How can nothing speak?

No vocals. no physical entity.

..Wait, do we need a solid form to speak?

Its sound. It travels.. You cant grab a voice, can you?

You cant hold it in your clutches and will it to either be silent or speak?

Thats impossible..

“Ramona..”

There it is again. Whos saying that?
Whos calling... My name?

Wait.. ..They know me?

Who is it?
What is this?
Why cant I see anyone?
Are you here to help me?
Hello?
Are you listening?

Silence.
Darkness.
Nothing.