Fear

[Robert Crisman]

In this town, he saw, were policemen, conjured to deal with recalcitrant sinners among their own people, unknown in his day.

No horses at all, just cars and meat wagons...

And sirens, the sounds of the last screams on earth, when all that will rule will be fear.

Fear--the final reward for the rot-spawn of those who had spit on the hopes of his people and left them to die in the mud.

Those spawn in this city, walking the streets as if they'd a right to free air.

He'd rip out their windpipes and spit the truth right down their throats.

[Angela]

To be the last one left.  Awful.