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I watched my little brother die. We were out making a run for food.

I knew it was too late to be out, I knew that even though he insisted, I should've said no.

"Sure, we can go now to grab a snack. Do you have your knife?" I answered after he asked for the seventh time or something.

He smiled a wide, toothless smile and nodded in reply.

I ruffled his brown shaggy hair before holding his hand. When we walked in the deserted store, we hollered and hooted and banged on the shelves.

No one came, "I think we'll be fine." I said to him quietly, "What do you want for dessert?"

He giggled and slipped his hand out of mine and ran quickly. "Keep up!" He shouted from a couple of feet in front of me, I laughed and followed along.

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