You had woken up in that empty, hollow apartment, full of trash and flies. The apartment was a total mess, but you didn't care. Neither did you or your brother, Andrew. You were on the couch, for some reason. You had passed out a while ago due to exhaustion and hunger.

You got up, tired. Hearing ambulance sirens, you found yourself getting up and going to the balcony, seeing Andrew standing there holding a cigarette between his fingers as he looked at the ambulance, which was helping a woman.

"Maybe she died of hunger like us?" Andrew said, putting the cigarette in his mouth. He didn't even need to turn around to see you there.

That quarantine was driving you crazy. Andrew and you were dying of hunger with each passing day.