Breath out. Breath in. Repeat. Focus. You can't let go right now. You can't let anyone know. You need to help. No one in the family is going to survive if you fall apart. Stop sobbing over her dead body. Stop crying. Breath. Let go of the body filled with holes. You can make her come back. Go get the food. Move on. Risk your life. If you don't protect them the drones will kill them. Your brothers. Your parents. Dead. All fucking dead. Let go of the girl who means nothing. A thief just like you. A chipless, someone with no identification. Let. Her. Go.
You push her into the water. With that you walk away, never to properly mourn the love of your life. Death was a sweet release when the drones finally got to you too. The weight passed down. Next generation to survive. As it goes black, your brother rolls you into the water. Goodbye.
