I'm in Survival Hell, You're in Party Heaven
For as long as I can remember, my family and I have been living in an underground basement that's completely shut off from the outside world.
My parents have told me that the zombie apocalypse is terrorizing the outside world. The air is completely plagued with the zombie virus, and we'll die if we ever leave the basement.
In order to save the supplies—which are already dwindling, to begin with—I've starved myself to the point I'm all skin and bones despite being only 18 years old.
When I realize that there's only one last can of food left, I leave behind a suicide note.
"Mom, Dad, now there's one less mouth to feed. You'll last a few more days."
After that, I slit my wrist right away.