[ WP ] it is the conclusion of a zombie apocalypse . The zombies are dying of starvation and will soon be dead . However , they outlived almost all of the survivors . Two brothers may be the last humans alive ... But they too will starve to death .

Day 345 
 I'm scared. I'm always so very scared. I constantly look behind my shoulder. I always reach for my torch when i hear the shaking of a near by bush. The crazy thing is I'm not searching for the illusive zombie anymore. They died out long ago... or at least the fast ones anyway. Even now i should be happy. We should be happy. We have survived the unsurvivable. Beaten the odds. Outlived the dead. The only reason I'm not elated with joy is because i know we too have little time left. 
 
 Day 386 
 We have found packages of food hear and there - a half eaten packet of chips, a new variety of exotic and undeniably toxic wild berry, a packet of mints or if we are really lucky, an unopened bottle of Barbecue sauce. But its never enough to satisfy our insatiable appetites. 
 
 I hope for both our sakes that someone finds another way to obtain food because I'm scared that Dylan already has. I see the looks he gives me, the looks as if he is seizing me up for his next three coarse meal. Finger soup for entree, Grilled flesh for the main and a delicate poached eyeball dessert to finish. Theres not much to think about while you ’ re literally the last living things left in existence, all there is time for is to worry about your brother conspiring to eat you. Lack of food numbs your mind and really lets the paranoia kick in. The looks he gives me just get to me and I ca n't tell if it's the stomach pains or the signals he sends me that put these thoughts in my mind. I ca n't say i have n't thought about it too… eating him that is. The rich flesh and pulsating veins are just calling to be gorged upon and I often catch myself salivating at the thought of it. Cannibalism aside an alternate food source must be found to ensure our survival. But truth be told i would n't mind a nice juicy bit of brotherly arm flesh in my mou… No! i will not eat my family and that is final. Lets just hope that he has the same self control and that i do n't wake up with a chunk out of my thigh. 
 
 Day 412 
 All this food. The bare flat waste land with so little food. Food. Food. All i can think about is food. Food that i took for granted in the past, how it appeased my tastebuds in my mouth and elegantly slid down my throat on a swift command. Those were the days when food came from supermarkets or restaurants or even the fridge and not the bloody undersides of half rotting sofa cushions. Even now, one meter in front of me is all the food i can ever imagine. A thick table plastered with gourmet dishes topped with the most elegant of deserts. Unfortunately it ’ s all quite literally two dimensional on the back of this turned over ‘ meals on wheels ’ van. I reach my hands down to the food, palming the picture as if it were all mine. Just a little bit can ’ t hurt right. a little nibble on this cardboard print? Unfortunately all this food is tainted with the curse of being stuck in a two dimensional plane while I'm in the three. 
 Hehe Food... 
 
 Day 416 
 He's finally done it, he has gone mad. He bangs his head against the wall in rhythmic pumps. BOOM BOOM BOOM. `` FOOD FOOD FOOD'' he shouts with every dying outcry of insanity. He lunged at me i swear, he did... he did. He had his grotty teeth perched around my grimy leg ready to deliver a cowardly chomp. Thats why I was forced to put him down. Yeh put him down that's it. He attacked me so i put him down. No that's not good enough, needs more work. My story is too unbelievable. Maybe it's the fact that he was my brother and i still have some dignity left to at least not lie about his death, or perhaps the fact that I am finally finishing off the last stringy bit of ligament from his stripped bones and already eager for more. 

