Spirts are high, despite depleted food sources. I've finished off the last of the Doritos, bagles, and Christy's chocolate chip cookies. I'm rationing the rest of my single-sized Ruffles Cheddar and Sour Cream chips to last out the week. Due to the harsh conditions, sleep has been scarce. All attempts to sleep are futile due to tribal drumming from below. The way things are looking now I don't know if the troops will make it through the week. I will wander for the remainder of my days searching for food. This may be my last communication.