From the recovered journal of the Battle of the New Alamo, April 7

April 7, 2017
 

    I have truly missed the smell of roasting meat. It took me all day yesterday and then again this morning to convince anyone else of the need for a lottery system. But once their stomachs were completely empty and rumbling, some of the people gave in. I knew there would be hold outs, but I didn't think that over half the people would decide to still go hungry. Well, too bad for them. They can smell the meat cooking while letting their mouths water and their stomachs go empty. Enjoy listening to the cries of your hungry brats while sitting up on your pedestal.
     Our first lottery went well. Everyone who wanted to partake put in their name and I drew one. The woman, Wendy Blackstone, cried but didn't fight because she knew that her children were going to eat, if they could get over who they were eating. I was sympathetic and comforted her. I even let her have an hour with her family to say whatever they needed to say. I think that was really nice because my stomach was growling and I knew we still had to cook her which would take time.
     I walked Wendy to the area that had been chosen as the preparation area and left her with Lucas Long. He was a butcher in his life before the pandemic, so I let him take care of the getting her ready to cook. Then Alice Wakabiashi took over for the cooking process. We couldn't  a large fire getting out of control so Alice decided it would be best to cook her like you do a pig for a lua, in the ground with coals. It was sheer torture having to smell her cooking for so long before we could enjoy our meal.
     When the meat was ready, we dug it up and I gave an appropriate speech about her sacrafice for the good of the rest of us. Then everyone who had been part of the lottery sat down to our first filling meal in days. She was tender and succulent, just enough fat to make the meat glisten and burst with flavor. I even thought of Hannibal Lecter and what he said about eating his victims with fava beans and a good Chianti. What I wouldn't give to have both of those to go with this meal.
     I guess I have to assume that Waters and his men failed in their mission. I hope they all died painfully for leaving us in this situation. They were supposed to be the best soldiers we had here and they turned out to be nothing but losers. The people who are still a part of my people, those who realized the necessity of eating their fellow man, are more brave than any of those soldiers. They are doing what it takes to survive and not letting others stop them from being strong. If Waters was in front of me right now, I would gladly kill him and make a tasty meal of his carcass. Him and all his God damned soldiers. At least then they would be serving us better than by becoming zombie food.  Damn them and their inability to get back here with supplies. Well, I will be here, alive and that is my best revenge.

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