Inktober Days 8 and 9

Let's make some value judgments here.

Inktober Day7

Day seven on this wretched island I have named "Inktober."  Our resources dwindle.  Last night my only source of nourishment was a bottle of Cholula hot sauce.  I fell in love with the woman on the label.  She is my angel, my last bastion against insanity.

I fear we will be forced to resort to cannibalism within the month.