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The arm tastes good. i needed it.
i look up. another person sees me. I feel angry. i don't know why.
i run toward him and he screams. i see lights like the ones when i woke up. men come at me with guns again. they shoot, but it doesn't hurt. i am afraid, so i run.
I run but i am not tired.
i run until there are no more buildings. there is a pretty field now.
i see another person. he runs like me, almost falling.
i try to talk, but another screech comes out.
he makes the same noise.
there are more of me?
i run to him, and when he screeches, i understand him.
help! men shot at me! i'm scared!
me too. do you need food?
yes. i'm so hungry.
i still have the arm. i give it to him.
he eats it like i did.
you are just like me., he says.
i know. we must stay together.
i saw more of us this morning.
where?
i'll show you.