An elder man stumbles through a shopping area, stares painfully into a window, stumbles some more, falls, and then dies alone on a sidewalk. While alive he wasn’t alone. He was the head of a family that included a wife and three children (two young men and one young daughter) who depended heavily on his being alive. He was the household’s primary breadwinner as a wristwatch repairman, their main voice of direction, and the collector of their next meal.
In most cases, being a family’s primary source of income coincides with being the one who provides the food, assuming the family doesn’t cultivate their own. This family does neither. They don’t pay for it, at least in terms of monetary expenses, nor do they grow their own – at least not in the sense that they don’t inbreed and wait nine months for a feast. Although, aside from blood relation the latter half of the previous sentence isn’t far from their situation. This is a family of cannibals and without the father’s experience at capturing prey and going undetected their food supply is running dry and the sons become responsible for replenishing without getting caught.