away."
"Will we bury them?" Claire asked.
Both Jane and Adam looked at her. It was a valid question. Most people buried the dead. At least before there were so many deaths.
"No," Adam said. "We can't."
"Why not?"
"We don't have a shovel. And we don't have the time." The sun was still shining brightly outside, but it wouldn't be long before it started to set.
"We could look for a shovel. What d o yo u think?" Claire turned to Jane.
Jane thought of a shovel - the one she had used to beat in her teenage neighbour's head. "No," she said. "I don't think that we should."
"We just leave them outside?"
"We take them away from the school," Jane replied. " Far away . "
Adam walked over to a window. He turned the latch on top of it and pushed it open. A fresh breeze came into the room. He took a deep breath of it.
"Okay," he said, turning back to the women. "Let's do this. We can start wit h he r ." He pointed at one across the room to a little girl. She had long black hair, a pretty sundress. Both were covered in blood. She was face-down so Adam couldn't see the damage that had been done to her. He wasn't looking forward to it.
He walked over to the little girl. Claire and Jane followed.
"I'll turn her over," Adam said. "Then we carry her out."
Adam put his hand on the young girl's shoulder and prepared himself. He took a deep breath and counted to three. Then he pulled against her.
"Oh my god," Claire said.
"Shit," he added.
The little girl's face had been completely torn off. Maggots were eating their way through the muscle and tissue.
He stood up and felt the need to retch. Claire and Jane looked as though they were about to as well.
Claire held her hand back to her mouth. "I don't know if I can do this."
Adam wasn't so sure about it anymore, either. "Should we leave them?"
Jane shook her head. "No." Her voice was stern.
"What?" Claire asked. "Why not?"
Jane's eyes shot to the ground. Red flushed her cheeks, as though she had regretted her outburst. "I…well…like Adam said, Shelly and Robert might come in here. We don't want them to see this."
"We'll just make sure that they don't," Claire responded.
"I…uh…we might not be able to stop them. What happens if…"
Adam knew that this wasn't the real reason that Jane wanted them out. She was making excuses. "What's the matter?" he asked.
Jane looked at him. "What? What do you mean?"
"Why do you really want these bodies out?"
"I…uh…" She wanted to answer his question. More than that, she wanted to tell him that the little girl upstairs had winked at her . To tell him everythin g . In the end, she couldn't say any of it. "They…well…I just think we should."
To Adam, Jane looked frightened, and sad. These children were taking their toll . Clearing them out might not even help her , he though t. "We don't have to stay here," he said.
Jane appeared to think about that for a moment. The look in her eyes told Adam that she couldn't have wished for anything else. Her words told another story. "No," she said. "It's a good place to stay. Shelly and Robert will like it here. Charles needs some time to rest. But I don't want these bodies in here. That's all."
"Then let's throw them out."
Adam bent down and grabbed at the little girl's shoulders once more. Jane and Claire took her feet. They lifted her slowly and walked her over to the window.
Once they got there, Adam needed to adjust himself so that he could get the little girl out. He turned his body, moved his hands. Then he placed the little girl's shoulders against the bottom of the window. He looked at the two women, "Now push."
They did as he said. The little girl moved forward a little bit. Then a little more.
As the body dropped out of sight, the little girl's legs lifted up into the air. There was a dull thud as she landed on the pavement.
Again, it reminded Adam of garbage.
No , he told himself . This wasn't garbage. It was a little girl.
"Come on," he said. "Let's get the others."
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