Otis and his half-brother, Winslow, had recently escaped, and were now hiding out in the middle of nowhere, near town but out of sight.

After killing two people who'd attempted - and failed - to kill them both, they relaxed again and looked over the new weapons and whatnot they had stolen from the corpses.

Their attention was snapped, brought to their surroundings when they heard rustling in the bushes nearby, the leaves on low-hanging branches shaking like maracas.