"I'm not a crazed killer dad! Wha'd ya mean? Ones a job an' the others mental illness!"

The Australian man groaned, hanging up the phone and resting back against the chair of his camper van. There wasn't much to do, not a singular thing. After all, Mick was their best sniper. Nothing to do.

However, Mick had to get up and stare out the window of his camper van. Seeing an unfamiliar face, he held his sniper close, staring at the figure that started walking towards it.

"Who the hell..?"