The sound of the shovel hitting the earth again and again was nearly deafening.

Piercing and butchering the dirt, Michael was growing tired,

no sign of dead bodies.

“oh my god, oh my god! I can’t believe we’re actually looking for these guys, are we fucking insane?! They’re dead! For fuck’s sake..dead and gone and we won’t find them! ” His voice was hoarse and raspy, like the song of an old bell.

The general panic over my confession had confused everyone’s sense of direction.

Lost in their thoughts, they simply wandered to find the hidden graves, praying they won’t stumble into hell.

Now there they are, all before me, at my place of sin.

Michael kept digging as Lione and I watched, his muscles pulling back and forth, the sweat mixing with the dirt fallen on his forehead.

“Where’s Clay?” Her soft voice rang in my ears, in between sobs, her words were barely understandable.

Lione’s eyes were scrutinizing me.

At every turn of the wet eyeballs, i felt her hope and fear.

I simply smiled as an answer.

The shovel hit a skull,

as samuel screamed in excruciating horror.