It was the third week we ran out of food. We went two more days before we was actually hungry enough to try rolling out into the streets to find some. What a fuckin’ disaster. The zombies got to eat, that’s for sure. Six out of ten of us got back to the hole, and as for food we didn’t get shit. We tried again two days after that, five of us, and only I got back safe. Now it’s just me and Regina. She’s wondering how we’re going to go out a third time. I’m thinking about eating Regina.