reason with him to stop: We should keep that ammo Tommy!
He just looks at her however, unconcerned and now resigned to their fate, blindly firing another shot. Each bullet like an insult to an enemy that, in his mind, has now just beaten them. The drones were one thing, at least they could just stay up out of reach from them, but with what now seem like the whole world working against them, it was all starting to feel pointless.
He fires another, almost like an act of defiance against the overwhelming force about to consume them.
Each bullet, a sorrowful and bitter “fuck you” to the two guys on the boat. They could have taken them. There was room for everyone.
Sarah screams: TOMMY PLEASE!