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  I haven’t eaten anything for a week. All of the crackers have been finished and so has the pig. I’m running out of fresh water as well. I spent the last few days on the floor, I don’t have enough energy to move. I’m surprised I managed to climb up to a table to write this.

  This isn’t a way to live. It is impossible to find food here, maybe I should go somewhere with people.

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  Maybe I should go to NYC. It is half destroyed from WW3 and no one bothered to fix it (or is capable of fixing it), but there are a group of squatters living there. It’s not like anything can do anything to them.

  Yeah, I should go there, shouldn’t I?

  YEAH! I SHOULD!

  At least it seems better than dying here all alone.