The Captain was a long way off but not too far away to see the overturned vehicle by the side of the road.

And the man in the brown trench coat who was shuffling along towards it.

The Captain sighed in relief.

There were still Good Samaritans in the world, he thought at first.

But then, his gaze sharpened.

Something about the way the man ahead was moving, dragging his feet, made alarm bells go off in Captain Ethan Davis’s head. He was limping, and as Captain Davis drove closer, he saw something in the man’s hand which made his blood run cold.

A rifle. A long hunting rifle.

But...