The Apocalyptic Heatwave
My older sister Katie said she missed me and requested I visit her.
The second day at her place, the apocalyptic heatwave arrived.
I fought tooth and nail in the supermarket for food and coolant—she told me I'm shameless and have no self-respect.
I offered a high price in the community chat for supplies—she sneered at me and said that anything stored for so long must be disgusting, contaminated by bacteria.
Yet, she threw herself into the arms of the man living across the hallway just for a bit of food. While cuddled in his arms, she watched me die in the heatwave.
When I opened my eyes again, I heard her on the phone saying she missed me.
Well, keep on missing me!