Caspian stood in front of the pit, looking down at all the dead bodies below. The thing was massive, at least two football fields, and it was almost three-quarters full. It was depressing, all the lives that had been taken since this shit started.
Before the apocalypse, before everything, seeing something like this would have been a crime against humanity. People would have revolted, rebelling against a callous government that could treat its people like that.
Not to mention the inhumane conditions, but having it open like this, smelling the corpses all the way to the Sanctuary and beyond when the wind was blowing in the right direction. There was something sick and depraved about all of it.
And it was definitive proof of just how far humanity had fallen in the last four years.
"You know what they say about staring into the abyss," muttered Walt, clasping Caspian roughly on the shoulder. "Don't let it make you a monster."
