[ WP ] `` Daddy , are we the bad guys ? ''

I look around at what has become of me, of this world. I feel crushing sadness overcome me but then I look to my left and see that small face that counts on me for everything. No honey, I know it is scary but now the most important thing is to remember is that the only thing that matters is survival, and we need this to survive. My son slowly nods, signaling that he understands ( I am not sure if that is a good thing anymore ), and hands me the belt. 
 
 I place it just below my captive's knee to stop the blood flow. Then I proceed to cut off his leg as my son looks on studying my movements, my craft. I worry for what we have become, but for now at least we will eat. My remaining supply of captives should be enough to make it through to summer, I just wish we had enough salt to preserve them so they would n't waste so many calories breathing.
