Restoration

"What the hell is going on?" after you manage to squeak out those six words, you fall into a coughing fit due to the pure exhaustion your lungs are experiencing. Axon looks around, almost nervous, not a look you'd generally see on such a high name. This sent a slight chill through your blood. If someone so normally well collected, is looking this frazzled, this cant be anything good. When Axon's eyes finally meet yours again, or at least, you think they have, you can't exactly see where a blank eye is looking. He mutters under his breath
"purge siren." At that your train of thought crashes, after a quick mental reboot you ponder what exactly that may mean. The tall frazzled commander looks you dead in the eye, his gaze piercing through your very being. "I know what you're thinking kid, that siren means it's every man, woman, and child for themselves, there's no one to save any of us, there's under 1,000 still alive, out there, lurking, waiting to strike and cannibalize us. Resources are low, We're going to have to start scavenging, or risk becoming cannibals ourselves." The crazed man continues rambling, but the first sentence is all that gets through your thick skull, the rest is through one pointed ear and out the other. 'this is really the end, huh?' your thoughts are all over the place, could you attack and devour the commander; who would easily snap you in half like a glowstick, or would you rather scavenge? You opt for the latter, You'd rather not become a living boomerang. Not today, at least. This is what your conscious mind and better judgement tells you, however, hunger ravages your already weakened mind, and tells your body to feast. In one quick motion, you run toward Axon, knocking him to the ground, a few quick attempts to rip his flesh from his face get you knocked to the ground and pinned by the commanders combat boots.
"Snap out of it dipshit. I could use you as a toothpick If I truly wanted to. But i'm feeling forgiving today, I know you're hungry, you look it, thas' for sure. But you're not eatin' me jus' yet. It's not safe to go out yet, but lucky for you, I have some scraps." The commander removes his boot and allows you to sit up, head pounding. 'what the fuck was that' you think, sure, you'd gone hungry before, income troubles and such, but you'd never gone feral on someone like that. Brushing off this feeling as just being an effect of your hazed mind, you look over at Axon, who's rummaging through his bag. You close your eyes for a second, when he shouts "AHA!" instinctively, your hands shoot up to your ears, protecting them from the sudden loud noise. Axon is now at your side with a bag of what appears to be some sort of dried meat, he holds it down for you to take. "Fill your stomach now, can't have you dying just yet." At that, you carefully take the bag from his hands and open it. The stench is horrid...but you don't care. It's been days since you ate, as you may or may not have eaten all of your rations on the first day out of the house...