The c***k of wood breaking as another of my downstairs neighbour’s doors was broken down reverberated up the stairwell. I’d barricaded my door with my bookcase and whatever else I could find, but it was only a matter of time before they got to me. My food supplies had run out days ago, and only a trickle of water came out of the taps. I’d put as many containers as possible on every windowsill to catch some rain, but there hadn’t been much rain in the last week. I was dying slowly from starvation and dehydration.
There wasn’t much point in breaking down my door, but it wouldn’t matter to them. I’d heard one of my other neighbours screaming a day or so ago that they didn’t have anything left. They were starving, but their protestations had fallen on deaf ears and were cut short by the soun
