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October 12, 2007

Friday

You've just come across four dead bodies.

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Tossing her head back, she finished off the coke and threw the empty can into the five gallon pail that sat against the garage.

As she pulled up the roller doors, the afternoon sun ate up the shadows and spotlighted the four lawn chairs neatly arranged inside.

On each chair, the slumped over carcass of a heavy set man. Each bound and gagged; each with evidence of torture written on his face.

Spinning on her heels and stumbling out into the sun, she looked down to the aggregate driveway and gagged.

“Fucking bastards were supposed to clean up this shit.”

Posted by: Rick at October 12, 2007 1:51 AM · Permalink

I came across the bodies and had to deal with the fact I knew all four of them. At the same time I needed to keep a clear head to assess the situation.

Lying in an oddly shaped crater in the ground, there was no indication of a struggle and no sign they tried to flee.

I checked each for any sign of life and noticed one had been carrying supplies, the others held nothing.

Concluding that they were all indeed dead, I picked up the package my colleague was carrying and continued on to deposit it in the nest.

Posted by: Ron at October 14, 2007 8:30 AM · Permalink