There were twenty of them, all up. Eleven males, nine females. Children through to middle age. I’m not sure where the heads were—we never found them. They were stripped to the skin. Twisted on the floor in some kind of pattern. It wasn’t until I vaulted up onto a fuel drum and got a bird’s-eye view that I realized they were arranged to form letters. Two words spelled out on the floor in cold, naked meat. HELP US.
