Things are getting tense. We're running out of food, but there's still plenty of rum. Jimmy's decided we need to ration it, he says we won't survive if we keep drinking but don't eat enough. We'll be sick and then we'll be stupid and then we'll die. I think we should eat Jimmy first.
DAY EIGHT
Amelia and I had sex. Running out of rum, too.
DAY FIFTEEN
The food is gone. I hope I never see rum again. Amelia's being a clingy bitch. Something about her being the last woman on earth and how I should feel privileged that she chose me from the group.
DAY SEVENTEEN
New arrivals. No food. No water. No rum. Four new women.
DAY TWENTY-SEVEN
We had to eat Amelia.
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