and shakes his head in agreement. Then looks down at the ground as Steve takes another of the remote keypad from a drawer in the workbench. Steve looks up at the drone.

Steve: Poor bastard wouldn’t last too much longer anyway

Taking a syringe to sedate him with an extra strong dose he imagines that perhaps he could just fall asleep and stay that way. A soft exit from this harsh world. Steve injects the chemicals into the drones arm and watches as his eyes grow heavy and then close. He shakes his head and walks out into the bunker with Dylan, switches off the lights and locks the door behind him.