Bill was in his garage, welding a new trap peacefully while playing an old song on his radiocasette, until he heard a loud explosion nearby.

"Damnit, not another visitor." He mumbled annoyed, stopping what he was doing and immediately grabbing his shotgun.

By the sound, he knew the exact location of the bomb that was triggered and it was, in fact, one of Bill's supply storages.

And he didn't like that one bit.