The guy he shot in the leg is squirming and trying to stand but Steve kicks him back to the ground and stands on his chest. Looking back and forward between Sean and the attacker he examines him closely.

His skin is pasty white, the yellow tint must come later, but his eyes are bloodshot and he is foaming from his mouth. He continues to struggle under Steve’s foot, grabbing at his leg.

It must have been then that he realised these are no rebellious teenagers. They looked like regular people. This was a husband, a father. He looks like a crazed drug addict though. He calls out to Sean: Hey Sean… Sean… you ok?

But Sean isn’t moving. The blood running from the wound on his neck is thick and dark.