They had finnaly run out of food and water. Amai and Vey had been surviving on their stored supplies and foraging within a one kilometere radius of their home, the radius their mom had told them they could hunt and forage in safely, a little more than three years ago in a note she left them before she suddenly left.

    Now Amai is thirteen and Vey is ten,their cheeks were hollow, their ribs showing, ragged and crudely patched up clothes covering their dark chocolate coloured skin, their scruffy and unkempt hair flailing in the wind that came through the many holes and cracks in the rundown wooden ccabin they called their home. It hadnt rained for months now, all plants were brown and dry, and all animals that hadnt died or been hunted down moved to greener pastures. The large acacia tree beside the cabin had long since dried up.

    Hearing his his tired looking sisters stomach grumble, he knew, he had to make a choice. He propped himself up using his trusty crude spear, its cloth grip brown with dust and sweat its end moving with the wind, the iron head chipped away with age. The termite eaten floor boards creaked under his weight. He walked over and pulled up Vey from the old rickety chair she had been sitting on, and they both in silence, except from the rustling wind, walked out of the hut, Amai thinking to himself, 'sorry mom', his head filled with determination to survive. Their mom had always been kind and gentle with them, passing a lot of her knowledge to them, teaching them and raising them. That was why he felt more betrayed. More angered. What mother would abandon her children with a short note and no explanation? Vey had long since forgived their mother, only longing for her return, but he resented her. There was no way she would ever get back into his heart that easily.

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    Soon they arrived at one of the numerous trees marked with their mothers blade showing the edge of the set boundary, long dried up and cracking. He stopped and looked back, Vey gently squeezing his hand. He turned and quickly gave her a reasuring smile, her tiredly reciprocating it. He had been giving her most of the last portions as she would be more fatigued and hungrier than him, leading him to survive on one small meal a day, Vey eating three, but he still fared better than her. It was really strange, but their impending doom or survival blocked out his thoughts.

"You ready?" Amai asked.

"Mmhm." Vey asnwered.

Hand in hand they walked past the tree.