Andrers, the Son of a Man He Knew, Was in the Wrong

Anders had heard that the militant had begun to clear people out. When he saw cars pull up to his house, he knew what it meant. The three men were armed but they stopped when they saw him a few paces away. They stared at him with contempt and fascination. And soon the two men were punching, and it was ferocious. Out of the grunts and the shuffles came the sound of a fist hitting the side of a face - such a visceral, disturbing sound that it made anders turn away.