Pep walks in circle around a kneeling man. Masked, Pep is pointing a pistol at his head. The individual looks pitiful. His face is covered by a mud made of dust, tears, blood and drool. His shirt has no buttons left. His blazer is torn apart. His bloody knees are in contact with the floor through his shredded trousers. "We are what’s most common in this land... We're those left out of the walls, facing the misery, the illness and the starvation. We're those who said enough to you doing business on our beloved ones health. We're those who survived to the violence and to the fear. To the hot and to the thirst.. we're those ones with the dirty blood. The primitive and defective ones. Do you already know who we are?"
Two other masked men, armed with long guns, look at the scene in the clearing from beneath the shadow of the pine trees.
Pep shoots at the kneeling man in the head. The individual doesn't lay to the floor. He rested in a very unnatural pose. It's hot. The cicadas buzz. Pep walks towards the two men.
"That's it?"- Asks one of the two men.
"Yes to him" - Answers Pep walking away without even looking at them - "Let's get out of here".
