[Redacted] walks into his home after seeing the destruction in the rest of the village.

[Redacted] sinks to the floor in despair seeing the two mangled bodies on the floor.

for many hours he sat that way then began to come to himself. When this happened he would begin to think to himself while tears streamed down his face unhindered.

“Sitting here I can’t believe there is a god”

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[Redacted] would stand up and begin to scoop up the two small bodies

“And if there is.. He does not care about us”

After finishing picking up what was left he would walk out the door frame with no door decorating its hinges

“Why must I live when they are dead”

digging two graves with his bare hands and placing one stone over each one.

sobbing redoubling again after thinking

“I can't even tell who was who. The bodies are so completely shredded as to not even be recognizable.”

all he could write on the gravestones was son and daughter of [Redacted]