Wildlife.

The guard's extra ammo cartridges were clinking against each other in the small tan pouch on his body armor. He held his rifle with his left hand while in the other he was bouncing a piece of dirty brown string against the ground. On the pavement next to his feet was an underfed tabby cat, gently batting at the string bouncing in the dirt.

I smiled at the pair playing there, but the guard's face was covered with a black mask. Only his eyes were visible, but they were focused down at the cat and the string.