Luis might shy away from trying again if I created a ruckus about his little improvements, he might not want to try again.
"Right?!" I said instead, throwing my hands up. "And it just gets better, bro. Hold onto your nonexistent popcorn."
I inhaled deeply, the air tasting damp and musty, like mildew, had invited all its stinky cousins over for a family reunion.
I shook my head, forcing myself to focus through the exhaustion weighing down my limbs.
"The bodies, Luis," I said, voice going low. "There were bodies. Boys. Young. Barely older than nineteen and twenty."
A shiver rippled through me. My fists clenched against my thighs.
"Dead," I said hollowly. "Their heads…" I broke off as my throat went tight, then pushed through. "Gone. Just...gone. Like something tore them clean off."
The memory flickered to life behind my eyes: twisted bodies crumpled in the mud, their faces gone, blood soaking into the earth like grotesque flowers.
