Two months. It's been two months since Evan and the other scouts left. We're running low on food. Severely low. Tension has been high and Margaret has been blabbing on about how she was right. Everyone's gotten frailer. But the thing that really sent tension through the roof was an incident last week that the community is still recovering from. One week ago Esme and I woke up to gunshots in the hut next door. I hid Esme under the bed, grabbed my gun, and went to go check it out. I saw Ben Willer running out of Mary Kunner's hut holding cans of beans.
"Ben!? What are you doing?"
Ben froze in his tracks while a few other people began to exit their huts. Francis Weed stepped forward.
"Ben, what did you do, boy?"
Ben dropped the beans and pulled a shotgun out of his pocket. I held tightly onto my gun while everyone else put their hands up.
"I haven't eaten in two days, okay!? Mary? She was hiding all of this, okay? I needed it but she wouldn't give me anything!"
"Ben, we understand. Don't do something that you'll regret."
Ben looked at the small crowd surrounding him. He began to tremble, he picked up a can of beans and then ran.
"Ben!" I shouted.
We all began to chase after him as he ran with beans in his hand. Try as we did, Ben was fast. Faster than our sleep-deprived bodies could run. My heart dropped when he reached the gate that limpers were knawing away at.
It was too late. Ben opened the gate and limpers came pouring in.
"Holy sh-"I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot a limper in the head. There were hundreds of them, I had to help clear the path for the scouts when they left. Some ran to go get guns of their own while others stayed to make sure I would be okay. Needless to say, Ben was the least of our concerns. The limpers began to invade the base more and more despite my efforts to keep them out.
Eventually, the others came back with guns and we managed to close the gate. We all searched for Ben but no one could find him. This incident is the exact reason why I'm on edge. If the scouts don't come back soon, I don't know what we'll do.