and, breaking the aerial off, he slides it between the glass and rubber seal in the driver side door to catch the locking mechanism and open it. Then quietly slides the seat back and begins to work on the ignition barrel in order to hotwire the car.

Steve arrives back at the scene of his death. It’s opposite the town’s Catholic Church, a fitting place for his last rights as a human he thought. The pile of rags and bones from the enemies he slew, and the swarm of flies, are still there. It seems as if the entire street is stained with blood. Walls and all. A canvas for the masterpiece where he and Moe had almost wiped out two entire swarms.

It’s impossible to tell where either of them fell. The empty shells from their rifles are concentrated