The fellow was neatly impaled through the chest by an old wooden fence post. The exact same one I had tried to put back into position earlier this week. He hung limply with the post sticking out through his back. It had not broken through the material of his shirt though, so was forming a tent with the cloth. The shirt he had on was soaked down the back with blood which shone darkly in the moonlight. The stake protruded perhaps twelve inches from his back, my guess was that it killed him instantly as he ran onto it in the dark.
Wow Ambrogio didn't burst into dust!!! Scam artist
