over a shallow grave containing the bodies of what they, at that stage, would have still believed to be junkies. Each one lined up side by side in body bags as if waiting to be processed. Sean lies apart from them at the edge of the hole with the zipper opened down to his chest.

Moe stares down at them in disbelief: Wow!

Steve: Yeah, that’s what I thought.

He points to Sean: Look at the wound on his neck.

Moe, not wanting to appear overly perplexed tries to focus on the body of Sean and away from the grave. He slowly kneels down and carefully examines the torn flesh, then leans in to smell it.

Moe: When did you say they bit him?