The body of a man is sitting against the wall on the other side of the street. Its head now just a stain on the wall behind it, the shot gun lying across the legs the obvious tool used to do the job. Moving cautiously across the road to examine it, he can see deep bite marks on the dead man’s arms.

The shotgun is still in good condition though, and as he ruffles through the pockets he finds a handful of spare rounds. Then looks at what remains of the former warrior: I get it… Didn’t want to become one of them. Went out fighting… I respect that. Thank you for this though.

The video replay ends and he is back outside the shoe store. He reaches up to his shoulder to grip the shotgun handle tightly. He’d been wondering where