One of a kind

The First Morning

I woke up around 4 from my stomach pains, I havent eaten for days. I get up and look around, it looks the same. Everywhere around me people are laying on the ground, the lucky ones have mats or blankets to lay on. Its been this way for months, ever since they came.

I get up and look for food, yet I know I probably will find none. No one gets fresh food unless they are rich. Food prices have risen 1,000%. I know, crazy. A single loaf of bread is around 200 dollars.

There are 3 buildings still in useable condition. Two are houses, one is a store. The store has limited food so the prices are way up. The houses are for the rich, they still have beds and one even has running water! We would never be allowed in there. Only the rich get to sleep in the houses, as well as buy the food. Its been this way for 2 months.

When I try to recall that day my mind goes blank and sometimes I faint. Everyone else says it was terrible, and I believe them. I have not yet found my Mom, brother or sister but then again I think they went on a trip. Well thats what my dad told me before he was killed. Now I am all by myself and have to hunt with a stick I have sharpened.

Hope wells up inside me. A small bag of chips, looks to be half full. I sorint over to in and grab it. Just as I suspected, half full! I grab one and crunch into it. This is the best (and only) thing I have had in weeks. It may be off brand but these are still amazing. I remeber when I was younger amd would not eat it if it  was not name brand, what a fool I was. Now, I would do anything for a box of "crispy rice" ceral.

I eat the last chip as slowly as a can savoring the taste. I drop the bag and go back to my spot on the ground with my stomach a little less hungry.