Brother & SisterW
hen the boy finally managed to claw his way out of loosely packed earth, he spent a long moment looking at his ravaged hands. Most of his nails were gone, lost in his desire to reach the surface. He shook off the dirt from himself as best as could, noticing how heavy his arms felt. But nothing compared to the gnawing hunger within his shrunken stomach.
It was this hunger that drew his attention to movement nearby, at another fresh mound of earth. Something was moving below. The boy lurched and flung himself to the ground and began to dig, heedless of how two of his fingers dangled uselessly from his left hand. Something was moving and that something meant food for his belly, and so the boy persevered.
When the girl was freed from her grave, the first thing she did was
