The sprawling island of Smallsvile as they knew it while growing up had turned overnight into Badlands surrounded by the ocean. The breeze wasn't fresh again. Everywhere you turn you'll see a dead person, animal or someone dying.

Damien held his gun to his forehead, Catherine and Sam were at a corner looking at him. They thought if they rushed him to stop him he might shoot at them. They were scouting around to see if they could find leftovers to take back with them. Everything was briskly hot. They back down glancing at him.

"Sam, do something. We can't watch him die."

"Wait. He should focus before anything. He'll...