Hunger : A Freewrite

The hunger is doing justice to my stomach, the thirst is not of this realm, food hasn't come in days and this siege doesn't look like it will end soon. For all we care, and we care not, the least is human.
Cannivaliis creeping in to the camp, hearing some moaning here and there and didn't care to check. I'm sure it's a human dieing not having sex.

We heard the aid will come tomorrow but it's looking like it will be too late, kindred has started looking in my direction, the next inside the pot for tonight, for the survival of my family.

By the time the aid comes tomorrow, it will be too late.