until hunger got the better of us that is , one night as the girls cried from the hunger pains which taunted them , sharif reached snapping point.he was not just going to sit there while his children starved to death , no he had enough.he grabbed a cloth , wrapped it around his mouth and without the slightest hesitation ascended into the gas.we waited at the man hole for hours in anticipation of his return , but nothing.thinking he was dead i led the group back to the bunker , i was completely lost , unsure of what to do next .