The world of humanity had come to an end. I knew that our time was short.
We had stayed together as a family, searching for food until none could be found. Starvation took it's toll. Now only my four year old daughter and I remain.
They say that a parent's worse nightmare is to see their children die before they do. I'd lost my child once and I refuse to see it happen a second time.
I kneel before my little girl and give her the hatchet. I hope that she understands. Pointing at my head I say "brains."
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