With that thought, Andrew Shaw drifted off to sleep.
For the past few days, however, he had always gone to bed on a full stomach, allowing him to sleep soundly until he woke up naturally.
But he hadn't eaten today, and not long after falling asleep, his own hunger woke him.
Clutching his growling stomach, he couldn't help but let out a helpless sigh.
'Getting used to things is a truly terrifying thing sometimes.'
In his past life, during the apocalypse, he'd grown accustomed to a life of inconsistent meals, never knowing where the next would come from.
After returning, he had used his memories from his past life to have his parents make preparations early on. He also knew things others didn't, so this life wasn't as difficult as his last one.
But life was still miserable, and he often went hungry.
It wasn't as bad as his past life, where he was constantly starving.
