This is one of the most horrible books I've ever read. It's just so plodding and boring. The author delights in these long, tedious descriptions of the most inane things (omg, the food. There is always food. And it is always eaten in the most miserable way possible. And the author delights in explaining that in tedious detail). Yet, nothing happens. The character development is so non-existent to be laughable. At one point Donald compares himself to Juliet, and I actually HOOTED with laughter, because WHAT is the comparison?! He literally does NOTHING. The entire book. (view spoiler)[ He designed the silos, unknowingly, hates himself for this, hates the murderers in charge... THEN MURDERS TWO PEOPLE IN COLD BLOOD. RIGHT AFTER he says he can never understand how the captives inevitably become the captors. And he mopes. ENDLESSLY. But actions? Not so much. Thought I DO know exactly how much scotch/bottles of water/pieces of turkey he's consumed. Thanks, Hugh Howey, you fucking sadist. (hide spoiler)] 
 Jimmy is even worse. There is a hilarious/terrible chapter just BEATING you over the head with this "last fish left" metaphor that will make you want to slap the author. 
 I hate-listened to this on Audio and it's HOURS of my life I will never get back. Ugh.