It's strange, the things that you remember. I remember gripping my brothers hand tightly, as we were shoved onto the tail section of the long, infinite train. I remember when they asked how old we were, and how Brendan answered for the both of us, 22 and 11. I remember watching as they beat Brendan to death, literally, for protecting us. I remember, not bathing, not eating, taking desperate measures and making horrible decisions just to stay alive. I remember Gilliam. I remember Edgar. And I remember Curtis.