It had been over three months since the apartment was sealed shut. Andrea sat hunched on the edge of her mattress, feeling the tiredness of the hunger.

The door creaked open and her younger brother rushed in holding something behind his back.

“Tadaah!” *He said, grinning like a child at Christmas. He held up a can of tomatoes. She remembered hiding it in the trash just before they ran out of food. Out of sight, out of reach. A mercy meant for later... and now he had just gone and found it. She sighed, cleary not at all as enthusiastic as him. *