Just let her have the supplies.

From Create Your Own Story

"Eh, fuck it. You can take what you want. Just leave a bit for me." You say, settling onto the couch, feeling charitable.

"Are you sure?" She asks, confused. "You don't know how long this shit is going to last."

You shrug, and lie down to rest. She takes what she needs, and heads out without so much as a goodbye, locking the door on the way you.

The storm doesn't let up. Not over a couple of days. Not even a week. You quickly go through your food stores, and what little water you have over the course of that first week. The sounds of violence in the building grow worse every day, and you hesitate to leave, and sneak out only when you have no other choice.

Within a few weeks time, you've exhausted your supplies and those in the apartments around you that haven't been scavenged by someone else. Too weak to venture out into the world and defend yourself, you slowly waste away on your couch due to malnutrition and dehydration.

Why you thought this was a good idea, no one will ever know.

THE END.