"Hey could you get that?" Tom peeks out his head from the other room. "Sure", I stammer the yes of my nod. I look at Tom, then glare at the door and I push myself off of the couch. When I open the door, I look down to see the third whole human we received this week. "We got another one!", I yell into the house. "Are you serious?" Tom yells back. I stand in the doorway staring at the packaged man. As Tom walks up next to me, he puts his hand on my shoulder as if to comfort me, but he does not take his eyes off the man. He is not worried for me, and he is not discomforted by the man. I can feel the look in eyes. I turn around and walk back into the house, taking my place on the couch once again. I watch as the others come to help Tom bring our package inside. Currently humanity's only food source is ourselves. Other humans. Each other. Every other living thing has become extinct, but people die too- so we eat them. Apparently the population must be declining a bit more rapidly I would assume, since our house has gotten three whole humans this week. There are an average of 6 people in every home. All ages but many of the older adults have died and there are not a lot of people who wish to bring a child into a world like this, so the majority of us are around the same age. In a few hours dinner is ready and we all eat. This is not really something one gets used to, but simply must live with- or die without. I glance around and I see a good people. Our household has worked to remain tranquil unlike others who have gone completely insane. Who can blame them. Although we do not talk much about our feelings, I know we all have a different perspective on the whole situation right now. Some that not everyone will agree with. Yet we must not speak carelessly, for all we have is each other.
