[The roaring thunder of the gun emits and reverbs throughout the truck and, eventually, out to the forest.]

[Carol drops down to the cold metal of the truck. Appearing to be lifeless: her body slamming to the floor.]

In disbelief, Barrel witnesses Carol's life taken away by one who is above their youth. Looking down at her body, while not paying attention to (E.m #2), "You... you shot her..." Tears run down the channels of his cheeks, "Why...? Why did you shoot her...?! She was scared...! And you SHOT her!" Covered in grief, he screams out to (E.m #2), "Murder! You cold-hearted rat! The only deviant here is-"

[Barrel's head is smacked from the butt of the rifle before he could finish what was going to be said. The incoming impact knocks him unconscious.]

[Behind Jason, the vibrations of a door are felt opening, then forcefully closed. Both (E.m #2) and Jason are unable to hear the door. Because of the tinnitus caused by the gun, The First Driver approaches unheard.] 

"Gah! My ears! Ah!" (E.m #2) covers his ears as a reaction to the ringing. The proceeding action makes him drop his rifle to the ground without realizing it, "That was a mistake! That was a f***ing mistake!!"

[ (E.m #2) turns around and faces away while his hands are still covering his ears. Not knowing enough, the First Driver is walking towards (E.m #2). Jason, however, sees the First Driver and readies himself to witness the grand finale.] 

[The First Driver places his hand on (E.m #2)'s right shoulder. By reaction, (E.m #2) turns around attempts to lunge a punch at the First Driver's face. The First Driver catches the incoming punch with his right hand.]

Starring eye-to-eye at (E.m #2), "Identification please!" 

[The First Driver's strength throws (E.m #2) balance off guard and fails to avoid a punch to the face. Several teeth separate from (E.m #2)'s mouth. (E.m #2) covers his mouth because of the blood exiting the gums.]

Having a slight difficulty talking, (E.m #2) is in shock to acknowledge his perfect mouth ruined, "Moy! Moy teehth! You knocked ouwt moy teehth!" 

"Talk, pretty boy! Who are you and who ordered one of my-" The First Driver intentionally cuts himself off, "Times up." 

[ (E.m #2) is quickly confronted with his head repeatedly beaten to a pulp without having the time to identify himself.] 

[The First Driver's knuckles: battered, bloodied, and bruised, he shrugs off what has occurred. Not wasting any time left, he turns to the back of the truck one final time leaving behind a body without a head or what it used to be.]