Winter Fall by Tucker Byron

Author:Tucker, Byron [Tucker, Byron]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Byron T Tucker
Published: 2014-10-01T16:00:00+00:00

Jimmy's Journal Entry, November 13th, 2019

I can't believe I wrote the previous entry just a week ago, as it sure seems a lot longer than that. Time goes a LOT slower when you're hungry, so the days just drag on and on and on. The blizzard just keeps blasting day and night without end, so we can't do anything outside to hunt for game or anything, so we're trapped inside the house, with like nothing at all to do.

What really sucks, though, is how Uncle Ryan has let Nora put us on a severe rationing plan, which means we're not allowed to eat more than 1500 calories a day. That is, like, NOTHING. That's like a piece of toast with four bits of dried fruit for breakfast, a bowl of soup with another slice of bread for lunch, a cup of trail mix for a snack, and supper is something like a potato cake, a tiny piece of chicken and a bit of pasta, or rice with peas or something. That's it. We've been doing it for five days now, and damn, I am H-U-N-G-R-Y. The food that I do get to eat just doesn't satisfy, and then my stomach will start growling an hour later, and I realize that it's like five more hours to the next meal. I hate it, I really do. Being hungry all the time sucks more than you'll ever know. And what sucks even worse is that Uncle Ryan let Nora put a huge padlock on the door to the cellar, so none of us can sneak extra food. But, I've found a how-to-guide of how to pick locks in Ryan's library, so maybe I'll be able to pick that lock so I can get myself some food. In the meantime though, I'm going to rely on an old teenager standby that almost never fails, if you keep it up long enough. I just say the words, “I'm hungry,” every chance I get, especially around Nora. “I'm hungry. I'm hungry,” all freaking day long. No sane adult can stand the Chinese water torture forever. It just can't be done.

I sure hope this weather breaks soon too, as it's just making things that much harder being trapped inside all the time. The whiteout is so bad that Uncle Ryan and Nora have run a rope from the house to the shop, so we don't get lost. When you can't see three feet in front of your face, it's really scary that you can get lost so easily. So any kind of hunting is out too, obviously. Nora says that we should be glad of the weather though, as it means that the raiders probably are having to hunker down, even if they've run out of food. I think she's exaggerating when she says there's hundreds of them lying in wait up around here. I say maybe a couple dozen at most. And you know their numbers are going down constantly as just about everybody up here has guns.

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