There's not much to say to that. HE hadn't been under the impression it was a spectator sport or anything, but considering the shit he's just seen, he's not so sure the idea of life being sacred is as widespread as he'd always assumed it was.

He rubs at his face, and tugs at his hair, still trying to come down from the adrenaline high that just remembering the other day brought on.

"There's not enough. Shelter. I mean, if they-"

Stanley stops when his voice breaks, and clears his throat. Jeez, that's embarrassing.

"If that's normal. There should be more places to hide. Especially for the local people. They didn't know where to go, either."