child combatants. He looks at the mother and young man lying there again. Annoyed.

Steve: Another day in the factory… grinding meat…

Where do I clock out?

Shaking his head to realign his focus he scans the faces of the pack searching for the leader.

Steve: Where the hell is this asshole? I was about to leave. They’d still be…

He looks up at the roughly 100 drones that remain who just stand there looking at him as they gasp for air, almost seeming to be awaiting orders. He hadn’t intended to slaughter them, he wanted to study them first to see what could be learned.