Drones wander about aimlessly, their pack leaders lying somewhere among the pile of shredded bodies. Whole swarms decimated. The survivors now climb to their feet looking around for leadership, still in a daze from the blasts. Lost sheep and him the wolf now in their ranks. He doesn’t want to hang around though, he has a mission to complete, and ploughs forward through a few stragglers who have begun to take an unhealthy interest in him.

The docks are just ahead and, as the three hopeful friends get to the entrance, they pass a car with the doors open, the keys still in the ignition. Brian slows as they pass by and looks at it cursing: Where were you when I needed you?

He places his hand in the bonnet and then stops with a worried look in his eyes: That’s a bit strange.