A Romeo and Juliet scenario, but when the corpses in question were not lovers and he died accidentally, she of the plague, it takes all the Redeemer's ingenuity to prevent needless inter-family revenge. A dark and moody read - post-apocalyptic noir at its most stripped down.
The Redeemer himself had been shitkicked in seconds, so who knows how the Neeyanderthal had managed to take the two of them down with no help from anyone. Maybe he should feel guilty for mixing his friend up in fights that weren't even his, but some time ago he'd decided that if the man wanted to kill himself anyway, why worry about it. I am one lowly sonofabitch, he thought.
