The scene fades back up, although still dim. We see Robbie Bourbon, his mask nearly shredded, dried blood caking his jaw, his chest with distinct gashes across it. Two corpses of lions are beside him. He pulls out a bowie knife and stabs deep into the chest of one of the beasts beside him, and pulls back. He pulls the knife out, and drops it, letting the clatter echo beside him. He reaches into the fresh wound and pulls out a hunk of meat. The lion's heart. He takes a bite out of it, chews, and swallows.

Hey, kid. Top of the food chain here.

Robbie throws the rest of the heart, blood spoiled due to the corpse sitting too long in the heat of the summer night, and winks at the camera.