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It was a sunny afternoon. I went out through the snipers to find food. When I came back from the black market with some tinned food and rice, the apartment had been hit by a bombshell, and my wife and children were already dead. The food that I had carried past the shooting snipers had become useless. I still think I should have died with them. With my tears and my grief, I am a sole survivor in this meaningless life.