Dylan looks at him in awe as he returns and takes the rifle and backpack, then just nods for him to follow as if it was nothing. All three bodies lie on the ground where they stood and Dylan stares for a moment at the first, almost tripping over an exposed root as he passes by. He shakes it off and follows Steve towards the perimeter fence of his house. There are no gaps to peer though, Steve made sure of that, so Steve lifts Dylan up onto his shoulders to peek over. His human periscope.

The courtyard is still littered with the bodies of drones from the attack that took his mother and the two guys. Belle’s work of art displayed for a limited time until he rain and animals took it away for recycling. One single drone walks slowly through the mess of bodies. His feet look heavy as he