Entry 44: Sargent John Francis Hook

Seven-hundred hours, early morning.  Currently down to four hundred thirty six rounds for the em-twos, twenty six slugs for the twelve gauge, ninety rounds of the twenty-two cal, eleven of the forty cal, sixteen improvised grenades an now thirty arrows for the improvised bow that Grayson and Markus worked out.  Still have not seen its effectiveness on taking down an animal, but target practice is promising thus far.  Very accurate within a hundred yards, given a steady hand.  The food we have will last us three weeks, though insufficient for nutrition after nineteen days.  Multivitamin supplements appropriated from abandoned pharmacy will suffice for three months if further food is gathered, especially protein.  Vitamins and similar other items were left by early looters due to ignorance of importance for peak physical shape needed for survival.  Gathered up as much as we could, though little antibiotics had been left to find.  Now with the larger group we have joined there is more strength and coverage of the watch rotation.  In agreement that the prospective location we are headed toward would be most appropriate to fortify and begin reclamation if it is not overrun when we get there.  Sargent Hook, over and out.