Don't be merciful in the end.
Language: en
A relentless blizzard had gripped the city for over sixty days, burying it under a suffocating blanket of ice and snow, bringing all life to a standstill. I volunteered to find supplies, only to be locked out by my family when I returned with them. I begged and pleaded, but they never opened the door. I froze to death right on my own doorstep. After I died, my dad dragged the supplies inside. My brother, Mark, then hauled my body out to the curb, kicking me one last time for good measure. "If you hadn't been such a busybody, our Leo would have been born in the Year of the Dragon! This…