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None appeared. I didn't give up and kept calling out and sifting through the cacophony.

After repeating this for about an hour, all I saw were dead people who the house had crushed. I yelled again because I still wasn't ready to give up.

Not a single person could be seen. I finally gave up and cried out while falling to the ground. My body rushed with sobs that were loud and irrepressible.

My favorite activity today appears to be sobbing, it seems. Crying appeared to be the only appropriate response for me to have today because I felt hopeless and pitiful.

My eyes were now dehydrated. I collapsed on the ground, trembling and hiccupping when I ran out of tears.

When I could relax, I concentrated on my hearing to see if I could hear anything. I was still deciding whether to give up.

I was greeted by total quiet.

Nothing was present there then.

The realization struck me instantly. I had slain my entire pack. Because of me, every single one of them was dead.

I committed murder. I