Don't be merciful in the end.

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.