it to show them he meant business. The single ejected cartridge lands on the tarmac just as the gearbox shifts into reverse. Hint taken. Message received loud and clear. The car reverses slowly and turns to drive in the opposite direction, off down the road towards the forest, and he takes note of the details.
The car is a Skoda. A family car. One of the inhabitants was smaller than the others. A child and three adults.
Steve: Fools. They won’t last a week.
There was nothing in that direction for miles except a few houses, including his own, and then the fishing village. Maybe they’ll stop in one of those houses but hopefully not his, he didn’t want guests.