Lost in a sea of trouble...

You make concessions.  First you say...just a little bit, just for now, because you're hungry.  Then, it's just a sip, you need to wet your throat.  But then a little bite becomes a bigger bite and wetting your throat becomes a swallow and before you know it you are just plain hungry and thirsty and you don't have anything left.

I'll admit that it seemed simple at first.  All of those people running for the woods, running to canada, running for the hills.  I laughed at them from my apartment, watched all the ants scurrying as someone kicked over their ant hill as I shut the door onto my balcony and stared at my stores of water and food. 

I'd estimated I had enough for 12 months if rationed properly, 9 if I took some liberties.  They lasted three months.  I was fortunate I guess that there was a little water left in the buildings pipes but it tasted like copper and left a slimy feeling in my mouth.  I drank two cups of my own urine and wretched it up almost as soon as I was finished.

So, I am going now.  The best laid plans of mice and men or whatever they say.  I figure from six stories up the undead below me will probably have to scoop me up to eat me...I hope so anyway.