there's a big bottle of water, the kway, canned food and the scissors

I snorted, in my backpack there were few things, stocks for no more than five days, dividing what was left to me. I held my knapsack between folded legs and pulled out the bottle of water, taking a sip and curling my lips gently. A drop of water helped me decisively to feel a little better.

<< It's not enough, we should find a place to refuel >> I said, slightly worried, but my two traveling companions did not have much to judge from their faces.

<< I bet that later we could find a store or similar, we need to resist, girls! >> exhaled omar pulling out a can of tuna.

At the same time I also took out a box, it was canned meat that once opened I ate with my hands, I picked up the meat and that horrible jelly that was around with my fingers while trying not to drop it on the floor I brought it to my mouth.

While I ate my hand moved on my face as a reddish lock had put forward the right eye.

I had some time to face my thoughts; I looked at them, who remained silent, only the sound produced by chewing could be heard.

I wondered if we would ever find someone unwilling to **** us, someone healthy with whom we could have more chances of survival. Everything was, however, uncertain, confused .. a big if and an even bigger but.

I stopped thinking, literally turned off my brain and remained focused on finishing that damn box, my only meal for the moment