The atmosphere begins to feel... ominous. How many goats have you killed, back at the old family farm? How much blood have you spilled? You didn't really think about it when you were shooting the girl, or running over her kid. But you really are a killer, aren't you? Goats with the knife. Chickens with the axe, or by hand. Pigs with the bolt gun, or a hammer. Now, humans with a Jeep, or a gun.