When will i perish? -January 17

I've been locked up in this small confined shack about what feels like days worth of time the last day i saw in the calender was january 17.... Before i was in here i was actually in a town protected by small wooden fences. we kept raiders from attacking us by crafting weapons such as spears and guns from an old military camp. Luckily i had a lighter on me and some candles inside the shack im on my 3rd one its the only reason i can write in this book. Now as i was saying we lived of bushes and small crops such as potatoes it wasn't harsh i knew how to start up a shop had a good run made cash and traded with travelling merchants. All of the sudden one night half of our gaurds were killed specifically the armed ones then...we heard a horn and a group of raiders attacked i ran into the forest and spotted a shack i went inside. When the shots ended i tried opening the door to find it jammed. And there it is my story. It's been a while my last candle is running out im dying im starving i cant handle it this is my last not- *the body collaps and dies to rest in piece*