It won’t stop following her. She throws a rock at it. It wags its tail. She pulls the gun and points at it. Olli puts a hand on her arm.

‘What are you doing, S? He’s a dog.’

‘Could still be bad.’

‘Dogs aren’t bad.’

‘You should see the monsters guarding the facility.’

‘People made them monsters. Sound familiar at all?’

She lowers the gun.

‘We need to work on your problem-solving skills.’

‘Shoot, punch, kill – it’s all I know. You’re right. I’m a monster.’

‘You’re not. They tried and failed. You just need a little love. Like this dog.’