By one in the morning, four figures were still searching, calling out names into the darkness. Their voices echoed faintly until they reached the narrow road where the accident had happened.
A high, metallic scent hung heavily in the air. They stopped. Norman, who was holding a torchlight with Thomas, swung the beam forward, leading the small group until they halted before the scattered body.
The corpses had been mercilessly dismembered, limbs torn and hanging loosely, each piece looking ready to detach at the slightest touch. The sight was a brutal invitation for the flesh to fall away completely.
Alexander's foot slipped, but he caught his balance before he could fall. Curious, he looked down to see what had nearly pulled him down.
"Norman, bring the light. Let me see what I stepped in," he ordered.
