From the recovered journal of the Battle of the New Alamo, April 5

April 5, 2017

   
     There has been no sign of Waters and the men who went for supplies and no word from them on the radio. We ran completely out of food this afternoon after using the dry ingredients to make a flat bread to fill the bellies of the survivors. There is nothing to give anyone for dinner and the water will run out tomorrow morning at the latest. I have seen people giving up hope for survival and will have to bring up the idea of cannibalism tomorrow. I won't bring it up tonight because I don't think people will be hungry enough to go for it tonight. I, on the other hand, have decided that even if no one else is going to go along with my plan, I am going to choose a person to eat and keep myself alive as long as possible.
     Martin Shade called for help over the radio for those in the Emily Morgan Hotel because the undead had gotten in through a window downstairs and were swarming inside the lobby. I explained out situation and let him know that if anything like that happened here, we would not be able to save ourselves, let alone get out and to the hotel. I can't believe the nerve of him, like I was just going to sacrifice some of my people on a vain attempt to get out to save his ass. I told him how sorry I was and good luck, blah, blah, blah.. I advised him to clear everyone off the first floor and block all the stairways. That was the best that I could do for him. I heard people from his group trying to stay in communication while they mounted a defense, but all communication stopped a couple of hours ago. I don't know if that means that they are all dead, or if they are keeping quiet due to the undead. If someone made it to one of the rooms, they could survive on the mini bar for a few days at least.
     Right now, I would be willing to kill anyone to be in one of those rooms with any amount of food. I am not used to skipping meals and am not happy about it. I am willing to eat someone right now, but have to wait for the squeamish to get over they icky feelings. It's meat, plain and simple. The other, other white meat.
   

     I find myself wondering about what happened to Waters and his men. I hope they didn't just abandon us and save themselves by running off with our supplies. I know that I probably would have if I was the one in charge of those men. I know that I am not brave or selfless. I am one of the survivors and I will do anything to survive. I will sacrifice anyone, in any way, to keep myself alive. I still have a supply of ammo that I did not turn over when I made everyone else do so. I also have a bit of food tucked away in my room, hidden in the wall. If I have to, I will barricade myself in my room and defend myself from the undead and the living alike. I will kill anyone who tries to take from me and I will add them to my food supplies. I will live! I will survive! Even if Waters does not return I will find a way to survive.

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