Sweating and panting heavily, I tightened my hold.
‘Grab his legs,’ I puffed at an employee.
Heaving the dead weight, my hands gripping its armpits, my employee clutching the ankles, we tossed the body out the back doors of the trucks and onto the pile with the others.
‘There are way more of them than I thought,’ I groaned as I reached out to grab another arm. ‘I was only expecting 100!’
Looking around, I glanced at the piles of limbs littering my yard.
Thousands of blank faces gazed lifelessly at the sky.
How had I gotten myself into this mess?
Eight years
