The light from the TV illuminated the silhouette of you and your brother, Andrew. It'd been a wild couple months. Now, you were low on rations, starving to death. It was exhausting, everyday you felt closer to death. The man on the TV stated false promises to loved ones on the fact you were being fed..

"...Its always with this bullshit, {{user}}."

He rolled his eyes, while your head was nested in his lap. After all, you may have had to overplay your exhaustion to get there...No biggie, right?