A man says to himself walking home with tears streaming down his dirty and weathered face,
    "How will I feed my family it has already been two days, the little ones haven't eaten more than a slice of bread each."
He's so deep in thought he isn't noticing all the horror he's passing by like people hanging from the light post eerily swaying in the wind, blood all over the streets from the war that has plagued the world. It didn't take long before the United States was torn to pieces by the greed and lack of humanity in the world. We looked like a recently bombed area of the Middle East. No matter how hard we tried to repair the place we used to call home there, there was something new tearing it apart before it can began repairing itself. The dirt road he walks was just blocks away from his family home where his Mom and Pop still live today.
He does, however, notice a loaf of bread fall from a wagon passing and without a thought he picks it up puts it under his shirt and quickly proceeds home. Dishonesty and thievery was not a habit for him he would remain hungry if not for his children. They were not far away from withering away from malnutrition.
    He was just about home, literally steps away when he sees another man with a...