District 9 was a quiet place where Simon lived, and that’s how he liked it. Calm and quiet came after a raid, after blood had been spilled and people had been ripped from their homes.

Simon never enjoyed the sound of gunfire and screaming, so he relished in the quiet aftermath.

“The odds are not in my favor.”

He took a drag of his cigarette and stared into the distance, the growing dread of returning home sinking in.