Sample V-11: The Grey Hunger
(Style: Dirty Realism) The wind doesn't care if you're a child. It just blows. We live in a cluster of rusted trailers on the edge of a Nebraska wheat field. There are twelve of us. We don't have a government, and we don't have a plan. We just have the hunger. For the first two years, we tried to be "civilized." We had meetings. We tried to organize the scavenging runs into the nearby town. We...
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