a movie Steve is surprised he’d survived this situation at all. His mind was a mess, he should have been focused on taking out the alpha but instead was completely occupied with his boots for some reason. Maybe part of the control mechanism from the infection? Maybe he really had been insane during this time. All controls stripped away and his raw sub conscious exposed and in total control.
He watches on to see how it plays out. His intoxicated self now annoyed by the mess on his boots: I hate standing in dog shit, but I hate fucking hippy blood on my boots even more. What the hell was his problem? I never fully killed a hippy before. Felt good. Who the hell opened my laces though?
He is about to squat down to tie them but looks up and is shocked