Emi heard a car horn honk several times a few blocks away. Speeding down, she saw mourning children and teens, all standing over dead adults. She tried not to panic and ran to the scene with the car horn, pretending she was there the whole time and calmly leaning on a wall.

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Alana stayed in her home. She had to do something, but what? Her entire house was dead people. What happened to her brother? Oh boy, this was going to be hard. She would cry a little bit longer, yes. Then she would report this to the police. Maybe - no, she would do her first plan. So, sliding down her wall, she covered her face and sobbed.