Get Used to It

After a while, I started to get used to it. I no longer feel so ashamed. Several of the older girls at school want to join in. We're keeping them company. As long as they bring some food, then I'm happy. Next time, we'll get even more people to join. Boys as well as girls, but not anyone who's starving, and no one who's old and sick. There are some supplies inside the school. There are even some guns and ammunition, supposedly. I want to bring the older girls along. Strength in numbers, you know. We don't have to just stay here either. Maybe we can find more food elsewhere...? Damn, I'm still hungry.