The electrified barrier pulsated, warning everyone not to approach it. The body of Travis Nichols lay still, unmoving.
A lone figure crept close and quickly checked his pulse to see if he was alive, only to find none. It was a relief. He needed the bullet in him. He deserved it. Looking at Travis's head, the bullet hole pressed through the front and out the back, making a wide cavern at the back of his skull.
The figure looked at the dome through the pulsating barrier; two figures with binoculars watched, waiting for something to happen. It looked to be a male and a female. One of them was human and the other an alien. Nothing happened. All were afraid to go toward the barrier.
