Meanwhile, in the village everything was still. And everybody looked so peaceful, especially the children. Scruffy was sleeping so deeply in the heat that not even the flies could wake him up. My Dad was sleeping too, but I really wanted to talk to him. I couldn’t wake him up either. Then I realized they were all like that. There was a horrible smell, and I looked up and saw a man’s face behind some goggles. He was using a flame-thrower to incinerate the corpses of his family. I looked again. It was Sam.
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