Saturday, July 11, 2015
100 Words a Day 651
There were body parts everywhere. The gaps in the windows had let the snow in; there were several piles scattered haphazardly about, hiding pieces of the gruesome scene. Where the limbs and trunks remained uncovered, it could be seen that the cold had left them remarkably well preserved, except for a blue tint and an accumulation of frost. Blood spatters abounded, staining the walls and frozen in streaks where it had started to run down the dirty glass panes. No heads were in evidence. Those would be discovered later, in one of the outbuildings, frozen solid and missing their eyes.