Dear Planet Earth,
Major drama going on here right now. General Talpa’s in a meeting right now with some of the old ladies and “The Others,” and based on the amount of exclamations I can hear through the sound-proof walls that sound like “duck” and “glasshole,” I think they’re angry.
More and more people are suggesting we go on a raid for more supplies, but the general’s been firmly against it. I’m not one to call him a coward, but my fellow survivors aren’t as gentle. Talpa’s a big boy, I guess. He can take it, though I still feel a little responsible for putting up such a stink yesterday about the smaller rations.
This “conversation” has been raging for about an hour now. I’ll post about how this was all resolved (or postponed) soon.