I T W A S N I C E K N O W I N G Y O U:::.

We've been walking for days, I don't think I can take anymore of this. It's getting harder to breathe with every step I take. My heart beats faster the farther we go.I'm going to collapse any minute. "We need to stop, Dan."

He turned to me, his eyes narrow, almost if he was angry with me. His stance was tall, unbreakable. He battered clothes and his dirty face made it hard to remember the real Dan. It was hard to remember Daniel Gunwood, my very own brother. He was... Different from before.

"We can't stop. You're making excuses about not being able to breathe. We can't stop, Rose. We can't."

He's not acting the same as before. He's not the caring brother he used to be. He's evil, he only cares about saving himself in this endless hell. 

I love my brother, I really do. I don't think he loves me. I do my best to stay by his side. Whenever we find food, I let him have it. I haven't eaten in weeks. I never want him to get hurt, I've been talking the blow of the pain for him. I might as well be dead, I've cheated it so many times for him. I do it because he's the only family I have left. My sister, Samaria got killed by the military a couple of months ago for trying to steal some medicine to help me get better. I miss her, she cared about me. 

But since Dan's the only one left, I need to be with him as much as I can, he could disappear any day now. I need to keep him safe. If anyone should die, it should be me. I would love to see Samaria again.

"Please Dan. We need to rest just for a moment, then we could get back to moving, a-and getting out of here, but please. Just for a moment."

His eyes got softer, but his face showed the same expression. He turned back around, his back facing me. He reached into his backpack, pulling something out. I could make out the object, due to the fact my eyes were blurring from how weak I was.

"I'm leaving you here then."

Did he just say he's leaving me behind? Why? 

I was right.... He does only care about himself.

"Dan? You can't leave me in this state. I need you, Dan."

He shook his head, and I heard him chuckle. "Not anymore, little sister." 

He turned around, a wicked smile on his face. He walked toward me and placed something against my forehead. I know what he pulled out now. It was a gun. His smile widened, as if doing this made him happy, but something caught my eye. There were silent tears sliding down his face.

He took the safety off of the pistol, and smiled at me again. "It was nice knowing you, little sister."

The last thing I remember was the loud ringing of the gunshot, and my vision going white.

I could've sworn I saw Samaria smiling at me in the distance.