Post by Max Rivers on Feb 17, 2015 1:04:40 GMT -5
Max cracked te window at her request, the cool air blowing in. He didn't even think anything of it but he guess he had made quick work. Maybe it wasn't normal to be able to dispose of bodies in minutes. "I don't have an answer anyway," he said watching her drag the body out. "You got it," he asked her, "don't be afraid to bang them up allstar." Once she had it down he pulle the male out and set it at the top of the stairs. The. With one kick he pushed it down and let it role all the way down. It hit the wall with a thud and he walked down after it. "Easier that way," he said as he grabbed the rope to pull it the rest of the way.
Once the got it outside e dragged it to where the first Sinner had been placed. Max ran back and grabbed his gun from the incident before and tucked it in his jeans as he ran back to Abby. "Let's see how the did with the ones chained in the stalls." He walked into the barn, shining the light in his pocket at the surroundings. "You guys get it," he asked, alerting their presence.
All the bodies had been gathered, the two in the barn, one by the fuel, two from the bed, the field girl, and porch Sinner. All were piled ontop of some of the firewood from the shed. The fire was lit by one of the matches and the remaining rubbing alchohol. The flame burned bright and large into the sky, thick black smoke rising in the air. The sun was begining to set, the flame starting to provide the only light source. Even in the darkness the smoke could be made out. "God dam stinks," Max said as he spit into the fire. The bodies were buring, the smell of bribing flesh and hair filled the air.
Once the got it outside e dragged it to where the first Sinner had been placed. Max ran back and grabbed his gun from the incident before and tucked it in his jeans as he ran back to Abby. "Let's see how the did with the ones chained in the stalls." He walked into the barn, shining the light in his pocket at the surroundings. "You guys get it," he asked, alerting their presence.
All the bodies had been gathered, the two in the barn, one by the fuel, two from the bed, the field girl, and porch Sinner. All were piled ontop of some of the firewood from the shed. The fire was lit by one of the matches and the remaining rubbing alchohol. The flame burned bright and large into the sky, thick black smoke rising in the air. The sun was begining to set, the flame starting to provide the only light source. Even in the darkness the smoke could be made out. "God dam stinks," Max said as he spit into the fire. The bodies were buring, the smell of bribing flesh and hair filled the air.