I could sense the fear back at my old camp as I collapsed in the dust. My mind flashed back to when the apocalypse hit my town.
The air was hot and sticky. I had run back inside with my little sister and mother, and was hiding under the bed. I had never been too much for bravery.
The house shook, and my books fell off the walls into darkness. It was so hot, and I staggered out from under the bed just as it collapsed. My mom and my sister were clutching each other in the hall, staring at the thermometor. 118. My sister wiped one last strand of sweat from her brow and collapsed. My mom and me screamed, but my mom went too, and rubble smashed down on them, burying them. I ran outside, screaming for help, but I swayed, and felt my skull smash against the front step.
Then all was quiet.
I sighed. The others didn't know. They thought that I could eat what I made, the Quicksilver I spun to satisfy them. It tasted like nothingness and couldn't satisfy me. I lived off of their misery and happiness, their emotions.
And now I would starve, alone in the burnt town where I died.
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