You fight back for the bottle and blanket because you can't leave with nothing. The boy is smaller than you, but he is fast. You finally tackle him to the ground and get in a few good punches. You don't want to kill him, not yet, but you need to show this kid that he can't take anything from you. When you're finished, you stand up and into the arms of a waiting career. He drags a knife across your throat.

 

You are dead.

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