‘What have we done to you?’ she sobs, her words barely discernible. I won’t lower myself to answer her pointless question, but I do at least think about it as I thump the knife down hard and end her pathetic existence. The truth is, I don’t have any choice but to do this. The whys and wherefores of our opposing individual situations are unimportant and irrelevant. All that matters now is the end result: their extermination and our survival.
The woman lies dead at my feet, pools of blood glistening in the last light of the day. Other than my panting and my empty stomach grumbling, the house is now silent. Relieved, I step over the corpses and head for the kitchen. Whoever these people were, they’d been rationing themselves carefully and there’s still food left in the cupboards. I take off
