Set Birmingham 1950, poor estate, a man has P.T.S.D from ww2. He feels a constant buzzing in the back of his head, he tries to ignore it but it never leaves. One day while walking home he encounters a group of 3 young men all of which are carrying blunt weapons, they are asking him for all of his belongings. They surround him and begin threatening and shouting at him, the man is in silence his mind racing the buzzing is becoming louder and louder, until one of the young men strikes him in the back of his leg. He snaps, he lets the buzzing in his head take over, he lets all the people he has killed shouting out take over his mind shouting for revenge, shouting for death. The man gets back to his feet now with a slight smile on his face as he pulls out his trusty knife, he’s not completely sure where he got it from at this point, passed down maybe? He has killed many men with this knife and it too craved more blood. One of the young men sees the knife and tries to strike the man but he is fast, unbelievably fast for an old man, next a layer of blood covers the walls and young men. One of them fall to the floor with a large chunk of his neck missing. The man looks up slowly and chuckles softly to himself as he breaks into a sprint putting the end of the knife into one of the young men’s open mouth, and before the young man can even plead for his life the man follows the knife through, the last man sees the knife peek out the back of his friends head. He drops to his knees crying, begging not to be killed, the words ‘just trying to feed my family’ escape his lips. The man turns slowly with the slight smile still on his face, ‘I crave death’, the moment these words are spoken by the man, the young man freezes knowing his life is over, a final stab directly into the young mans heart. As the 3 men lay dead on the ground, blood fleeing out of their bodies, the mans smile slowly turns into an look of anguish and pain, not again, the man thinks as he puts his knife away and begins running home. 

Alfred wakes with a start to faint shouting. He believes it’s coming from across the street, but doesn’t believe that as he knows the Russo family aren’t that fluent in German due to them only recently migrating. He stands cautiously as not to wake up his wife, who still sleeps seemingly unaware of all the noise, he creeps to the window to debunk his initial belief. To his surprise it is in fact the Russo’s, but the German isn’t coming from anyone he recognizes. As Alfred’s eyes adjust to the darkness of the early morning light, he sees men in uniforms pulling the Russo’s out of their home shouting orders extremely aggressively. As Alfred stares in astonishment at the horrific sight before him he sees one of the soldier stop and look directly at him, he instantly closes his curtains trying to hide from the soldiers. Alfred tries not to think about it and heads towards his bed, when a sudden knocking at his door stops him in his tracks. A shiver goes down his spine as the last knock is planted upon the door. The family dog that was comfortably sleeping at the end of the bed finally perks its ears up and a low growl kreeps out. “Honestly dolly what are you going to do, fall asleep on them?” Alfred whispers to himself trying to lighten his mood a little. 

As Alfred quickly slips on his slippers, trying not to keep the soldiers waiting, he walks down the rather steep stairs and unlocks his door, as he opens he sees a soldier stood with his hand rested on his holstered pistol, possibly just trying to intimidate Alfred. “Can I help you sir?” Alfred says trying to be as polite as possible, “The disgusting terrorists we have just arrested were plotting to rebel against the Führer” the soldier shouted aggressively, he said it like a practiced speech for a school project. “But the Russo’s wouldn’t hurt anyone, they’re good people. Surely there’s been a mistake?” Alfred questioned and instantly regretted it. 

The soldiers gave Alfred a sharp look, like Alfred had personally insulted him. “Are you saying your Führer’s life doesn’t matter to you? Are you saying that these disgusting terrorists should be allowed to walk free?” The soldier shouted, much loader and angrier this time. “What n...no sir I wasn’t sa...saying anything of the sort” Alfred protested, the trembling in his voice seemed to put a smirk on the soldiers face. This scared Alfred even more. Which is understandable, the soldier seemed to be around 18/19 years old and in his prime, by any means he wasn’t muscular but had to be well over 6’ and, from what Alfred could see, he was carrying some heavy looking equipment. Where as Alfred was 5’6” and a bit chubby, not to mention his terrible posture putting him down a couple inches. 

Alfred notices a couple more soldiers start to walk toward him and possibly because of the excessive shouting. “To me it sounds like you’re trying to defend these disgusting terrorists, which is unacceptable” the soldiers yells moving a little closer to Alfred. But before Alfred could respond another couple soldiers appear behind the first, one seemingly leading the rest “What’s the problem here?” The leader confidently says as he stands by the side of the first soldier. “I believe this man here is one of those disgusting terrorists sir” The first soldier says much quieter than before but still with a lot of confidence. “Is that so? Well men you know what we do to terrorists don’t you?” The leader states as he turns and begins to walk away. “Sir, please I’m not one of them!” Alfred finally spits out, possibly much more aggressive than intended but it’s too late to take it back now. This doesn’t change the situation though as the soldiers crowd at Alfred’s door and begin shouting at him relentlessly. “No! Please stop!” Alfred yelps put as he begins to be pulled from his home. The soldiers just carry on shouting horrid things at him. Suddenly dolly comes rushing out the door barking