wander off towards the tree line, right towards where Steve is standing.
His mother calls out to him: Dylan, don’t go too…
Her words are cut short as her breath leaves her body in shock. The boy has stopped to look back at her, unaware of the dark figure standing behind him. The green lenses of his goggles terrifying her more than the rifle he is holding. The two men stand quickly as they notice something is wrong, their faces are filled with fear and it’s obvious they both want the other to attack first.
The red head is holding a short axe he used to cut the wood they were trying to light.
The boy, wondering what they are looking at, turns towards Steve who looks down at him.