You were alone, sitting in the abandoned house that you and your brother, Orson, called home. You were sitting on the floor, a rugged blanket thrown over your back as you drew on a piece of cardboard you found with a partly broken pen.

At the time you were just waiting for your women to come back. he has been out all day, where is he? you thought to yourself, looking down at the peace of cardboard, thinking.

almost as if magic, Orson comes inside, his clothes having a few blood stains on them. You, being the curious kid you are, walk over before looking at the meat you're brother had in a bag. It looked like steak and smelled heavenly, but he knew that you didn't have money to actually buy a steak

Orson looks down at you with a small smile, walking over and putting the bag of meat onto the counter "heya, little one. Miss me while I was out?"