Day 30. The silence is the worst part. Not the groans. You get used to those. It’s the quiet moments in between, when all you hear is the wind through broken windows and your own heartbeat thumping in your ears. That’s when you start to think. That’s when the memories come. The what-ifs. Found a kid’s backpack today near the school. Just lying there. Lunchbox still inside. Don’t think about who they were. Don’t think about where they are now. Just take the can of beans and keep moving. Thinking gets you killed. Remembering gets you bit.