what had happened in a general sense. Everything until this point had been a guess. A theory. His imagination doing the best it could do on hope, limited information and wishful thinking.

But now he knew that Moe was dead. Now he knew that the others were in fact left stranded on that roof.

What he didn’t know was if they were still there. Helpless and starving to death like the animals in the street.

He wonders again if he should care. They were not exactly useful to him. But maybe he should check? His death, or whatever it was, would be a total waste if they were simply left on that roof to die… right?

He could at least check, he had to do some recon on the swarms anyway. Maybe pick up a few things too. A quick look wouldn’t hurt.