After Hank picked up his rations he quickly went back to his apartment, He had work to do and construction wasn't cutting it. When he got back to his place he removed some floor boards from the bedroom showing a very small stash of food. He would put about half the rations inside it and grab a .45 revolver out from the floor storage and a box of ammo. All he had to do this time was get some rich guys booze from the outside inside. They pay for his job was better then construction, but it came with risk. The fact that he even had the gun in his home was enough for him to get shot or hung. But if something were to happen to him well he was out, no one would know, His daughter would be alone in this shit hole called survival. 

Hank has considered leaving, but where would he go? He has the gun, but no is almost out of ammo, and it's not like he can ask his employers to pay him in bullets. And he didn't have a truck or anything. Going outside was asking for death, staying outside was begging for it. Though being held at gun point every time he asked for his rations and having to find a way to defend your home from thrives with out using the gun wasn't living much either. He would wait till the school day ended, then once it was dark he would head out and grab the booze, get them inside, then he would get paid.

Hank his the gun in his bag with the ammo. He started to warm up some food. Sure the school provided some but it wasn't enough for a child. And Hank wasn't going to let his girl starve. But the rations were smaller this time. Are they running out? Or are they trying to thin our population again? Who knows...All he can hope is that the pay from his next job is enough to stay alive another few days.