Week 43: Dire Straits

We lost just about everything we had when we abandoned the rig. The zombies overcame us so quickly that we didn’t have time to return to the semi and grab our stuff. We have the clothes we were wearing and the weapons we had with us. No food. No extra ammo. Nothing else.

When we do manage to get far enough ahead of the zombies to stop, our main focus is on fuel and food. Unfortunately the two are seldom found in the same place.

I have been in some tough situations before, but for the most part it has always been just me, my life at stake, my suffering, my starvation. It is a whole other story when you have to watch those you love go through the same thing.

With food so scarce it is hard to figure out what to do with what little we find. Obviously I would give anything and everything to Matthew, if it were only that simple. You have to add Brenda into the mix and I care for her as well. Then you also have to ask yourself what good will it do if you starve to death and are no longer around to help them.

If you accept the fact that you need to stay alive in order to help them survive then you have to figure out what portion to give yourself. Too little and you still starve and wasted what food you did consume. Too much and you have risked starving your loved ones more than necessary.

Or it might not even matter because the fucking Twinkie and can of Vienna sausages that you are trying to divide among three people isn’t enough to feed one person and you are all going to starve to death anyway.