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February 28, 2032 (12 hours before the purge begins)
As Kate and I walk through the streets of Miami, we calmly assess the scenarios taking place around us. Worried parents ushering their kids along, fearful shop owners boarding up their windows and doors, frenzied shoppers buying out everything from every store possible before all hell breaks loose at midnight.
“Why are we even here?” I argue.
“To get supplies, of course,” she responds.
“Are you crazy?! In this mess, there’s no way we’re getting anything!” I shout out causing several heads to turn in our direction.
“Just watch and learn,” she says shrugging.
Kate reaches into her jacket and pulls out, to my shock, a gun. She lifts it to the air firing two, clear, loud echoing shots. As if on instinct, people around us scream and drop to the ground curling up.
“Give us all your groceries, right now,” she demands.
Several kids start crying as their parents worriedly try to tell them to be quiet. Kate grabs a kid and puts the gun to his head. The boy struggles and cries for his mother while his mom is screaming at Kate to let him go, but that only makes Kate hold him tighter.
“I said, give me your groceries or this kid... dies,” she taunts.
“Okay! Okay! I beg you, please don’t hurt him!” his mother pleads.
The woman shakily hands over all her grocery bags. Kate gently releases the boy; he lunges towards his mother. Kate and I pick up the grocery bags and start walking towards her car.
“Why’d you do that KK?” I ask quietly.
“We gotta go back, the others will need us,” she says, ignoring my question.
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